I cannot be seen
nothing new
blinded
and clear of beauty
I am not sorry
to take
my leave of you
cold absence
Drought rivers
carved in stone
down my cheeks
barren
Burned
I am truly done
giving rites
and passages
I am leaving
vacant to the lost
rejoined to the
cult of the unloving
My eyes are torn
soul a cinder
blood dusted
a husk cast aside
You weren't sorry
not even for a second
naked in the heat
laughing at my heart
