i'm running out
of bits of me
to put down
on the page
i'm running out
of pieces
and slowly
ever so slowly
there will be
a nothing
left so soon
all so soon
and slowly
like a new skin
like a new day
it will grow
eventually
i'll show
but
not
just yet
like a clean skin
like a clean day
clean and new
new and clean
unmarred unmarked
and sufficiently
underwhelmed
under control
under scrutiny
just under it all
i see the smoke
i can hear
in the distant
the crackling of flames
i hope
my phoenix
will smoulder
awhile more
not quite
on the boil
yet
i'm
not quite
ready
yet
About the Creator
Bren
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