Sep 17
The Phoenix Leaf
Which part is dying?
Which should I keep buried?
And for how long?
Is it true
what she said
in that office?
Its windows
Too high to reach comfortably.
With a baby nestled
Into my chest
I told the truth about my pain.
She confirmed it was needed;
That to lose it
Would unravel the whole.
As if under the shroud
I am nothing:
I only burn bright
Due to my incandescent rage.
When it takes me
It’s part of the plan:
Look how beautifully we merge.
The Phoenix Leaf
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