Salt trails on my skin, your fingers following them
Diving into your eyes, ocean deep, sand grains in my teeth
I’m grinding
Burning pine trees, cicadas singing
the mountainside is changing
Orange flames are eating the remains
of the day
Orange peel under my nails, the sweet juice touches my lips
Your lips on my neck
Sweet words said under your breath
We’re breathing still
Ashes in the windowsill
Ash trails on your skin, my fingers following them
The wall paint is melting, these four walls and all they contain
Gone, is gone
Burning cities, cicadas silent
Everything is dying
Dust, what’s left of us
Ashes
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
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