Face like soot
metal framework
and broken dust
pile in the distance
higher than crystal fog
paints the sky
red, holding a hand
Bones
with hair like night and it's stars
pull her hips
behind her
deserted
she bends her knees
breeze covering her
Face like soot
she stands
and her face—
shattered glass
cut with blood—
her face, cloaked
by a gas mask.
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