burnt offerings


You told me you were leaving

 

I watched you pace

that empty house

 

It was more of a vessel

 

A receptacle

 

It held nothing but

twisted limbs

and foreboding bodies

 

I had lost myself in that house

 

I have no idea who I am

 

But you two

 

You- who brought in

three lumps
They were mistaken for

frankincense and gold

and I, that myrrh

 

You laughed at my misfortunes

 

Found comfort in my absence

 

You told me you were leaving

I would have followed you

why couldn’t you do the same

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