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"Stay quiet," he says with a hand in my hair.
"I won't hurt you that bad," as I'm gasping for air.
"Listen for once," says the fork-tongued snake,
"End it with me?" as I feel bones break.
"No, you're mine," as I pull away.
"Can't you see, you can only stay."
Ending it with you was never a mistake.
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Autumn Stew
Words for the ones who survived the fire and stayed to name the ashes.
Where grief becomes ritual and language becomes light.
Survival is just the beginning.
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Devastating but incredibly well written!