This is before the smoke curled up in my blood

Flames hissing in my head

This is when I spoke softly to my little brother

And tucked him gently into bed

This is when I watched the IV drip,

drop into my grandmother’s body

This is when I realized that her body

had become a husk, her soul had slipped

to somewhere I could not follow

This is before I knew I was hollow

an empty vessel, filled to the brim

With something so very like sin

By Slyvia Rose

From: United States

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