Dull aches
My back
And chest
Nothing really heals
Nothing gets fixed
We just get used to it
And we just get used
Until our broken selves
Are memories of scattered shards
Becoming sand
Then dust
Powder that can't be broken
At my last I'm baking sugar
Sweet without substance
To be dissolved into something better
Can I be a part of something beautiful?
Because on my own I'm falling apart
And too strong a flavor to desire
If you try to love me
You will hesitate
Cough
And choke
And I will dissipate into the air
Unchanged
I can not break further
I can only be sweet
And empty
And cloying
And ultimately
Bad for your health
And certainly not what you wanted
About the Creator
D351
trans manic goblin dream girl who chain smokes candy cigarettes and sings along to septic pumps
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