pages turned and bodies burned
Jun 28, 2024
by: iski
i stood on a podium with a speech in mind
to profess my gratitude for my fulfilled desires.
i gazed in front only to see blazing souls and flesh.
they had crawled out of the abysmal depths of hell —
scathed. blood had trickled from the burns they housed.
they traded stares with me through their soulless eyes,
and i perched in grief, watching distant ages of myself.
a kid bathed in tears from a mother’s abandonment
a teen doused in sweat from a ceaseless job shift
an adult dressed in blood from a past slaughter spree.
i was all alone and will forever be on my own.