Turned To Ash
All of the embers have turned to ash
And I am deaf to the noise
When they speak like shattered glass.
Dare to ask where I’ve been.
My head hosts rallies for the broken.
I’ve got strong bones and eyes of gold
That sometimes ache and spill my soul.
But look at me, I hide it well.
I hide a mind birthed from hell
Copyright © Alexandra Mas | Year Posted 2017
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