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[juniper_rain]

my insides are slowly turning to ash
dry and gray,
peeling away from my body in flecks and leaves
i feel so isolated in this windy city
by myself up on a hill
my skin is drier, tighter
my eyes don't want to open
every joint hurts when i move
soon this wind is going to sweep me away
and only tired dust will be left in the kitchen
the floor is sticky no matter how much i wash it
and the bed is too short
and the water is cold
i need you here with me
something to remind me that i'm more than
a burnt out body
the lights and the fog are so beautiful
but without someone to share it with i'm just
another charred soul on these streets