Monday, December 1, 2025

 Lost Souls


Cut deeply,

sweet flesh and future

scraped out,

discarded.


Natural smoothness

carved into

false fake ugly smile

deep sad eyes.


Insides replaced 

by ephemeral

artificial 

flicker.


I hug this symbol 

of lost souls,

smell its burning flesh,

and empathise.
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