Good Mourning

The sunburn from the nightlight

Soughed blisters on my skin

My throat burned and sizzled

With drinks of forgetfulness

Yet I could hold no warmth

No flare or shine

The light sifted through my fingers

Like the ashes of those up ahead

Like the soil on top of them

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