THE STARE THAT CARVED MY RIB-CASKET

I wear the scar of regret as the brand of ever loving you

I am pinned to the shadow where I laid my spirit down to you

As I fled, my soul carved its own casket from my ribs

Guilt bores a hollow through my core as I unravel into your dead-eyed stare

Tears are my incense, solitude my vault of frozen breath

Bygones are the shades that drag my own shadow into its final rest

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