Scraping Bodies

broken from

eyes that touch

the fragile skin

that now didn’t

belong to body itself

but to you and angst

filled with ashes from

the person she was

to become and

the air now cold

dissolved was the blaze

and long lost

body scraped from ground

daylight is gone

but no rising

fermentation of eternal youth

never escapes

the still life

never moves

until we meet again

nothing will touch

the gravestone

of childrens hands

laying in the fixation

zoning out until

fading into nothingness