Allie Frazier
The edges of my heart are
curling into you,
not with love
but with
ash.
Blackened embers of
your hands,
your skin,
your lips,
slowly burning,
painful.
My heart is purging itself of you--
sacrificing what was once beloved and holy
to the flames.
I will not emerge from these ashes,
graceful,
as a phoenix.
I will not, like dust, rise.
But I will, instead,
turn, into myself,
and press these ashes down,
internalize them
harden
pressurize
calcify, fossilize them
cup them in my strong palms and
squeeze
until nothing of you remains.
Just a cold, clear, hard diamond,
and in it,
reflected each time more beautiful than the last,
will be only me.
- 2014
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