ashes are the softest thing i ever walked through
softer than clouds
softer than rabbit fur
softer than Remi fur
white ashes are dead, black ashes can still burn
watching their skeletons appear as the carbon is all burned up
leave it for a day and check tomorrow
walk barefoot through the dry ashes
burn your foot on buried charcoal
still smoldering
I want to burn you out of my head until it’s all pale and dead forever
only then can I walk amongst your memories contentedly
There’s nothing left to hurt me anymore