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Ashes, Ashes

The sun slowly slips up the skyline.
Every sleepless night prolongs her insanity.
Nothing and no one can numb noxious thoughts
When they pinch her skin, pushing her over the edge.

How is she supposed to breathe
When air has become fatal, flickering flames to her lungs?
Her sanity burns brightly beneath her skin,
Creating toxic smoke concealed inside her veins.

She’s tried to escape the predator,
But nothing discourages it from scouring for her sweet scent.
The chase will never end; the hunt will never stop,
Not until the fire in her blood runs dry.

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