Ashes (featuring Sellmecandy)

Craft play eating paste
Father’s white into the nose he’d snuff
Shifting eyes adrenaline smacking into mother’s face
Post haste look of child fourth age
dispelled
“Only half the battle”, G.I. Joe’s phrase
Wildly Cat thunder road
Cadillac drug ties
permanent mark elitest
He bubbled underground
woman of the house
Littlest occurs burst cursor blinking ring finger
Pseudonym changes initial government name
shade into second skin as a lark
new title different stroke
dove sixteenth, seventeenth denistry
Lines imported vivid pieces catalyst
Ministry soaking wet stomach reality set in
Pregnant ghost progression written
Disease bilingual transgender man’s clone
Written as a muse impersonal method shopping ifs
Stripper’s court date fire foreplay
“Flashdance” hire up water bra
Cancerous cells amputee breast property of
Shots Glaucoma valet face falling
Palms itch left foam disgruntled wings
Sucked transition in to standing out
Embarrassed gassed lighter’s fluid
Token exempt pardon the tea party
Alice kissing the Mad Hatter
Dishing ashes imminent dry eyed circumference
Encrypted absinthe cheers advisory to the Netherworld
Nevermind dealt sky death through poet’s moon
How’s the image topless
Imperfect chemotherapy figment
new picture binary code
Just one tit



Thoughts of my ashes being swept away
Forces my heart to conform.
Daydreams of an empty book
Shadows my thoughts of the present.
Perceptions of a meek spirit
Bears the fruit of my past.
The demons that chase me,
The angels that keep me.
Shattered I was,
As a child.
Spanish father.
Black mother.
Yearning for a cure.
She desperately fought for life.
What I took for granted.
What she lost.
A deadbeat dad,
I had to face him.
Stand up for love.
I can’t erase the pain.
Perseverance is what stood out.
Win the war, not the battle.
She fought, why can’t I?
A grand mother is not the same as
A Grandmother.
She loves me,
Calls me her “bella flor en flor”.
Beautiful blooming flower.
“la edad no es igual a la sabiduría”
Age does not equal wisdom,
She would always say.
Lessons to be learned.
Phrases to translate.
Spanish girl,
Red locks,
Curly tresses.
Me.
Scrumptuosity:
The poetess in me.
Leaving this world,
Dare I say.
Is a fear I must face.
But ultimately this fear,
Of not being remembered,
Is more terrifying than anything else.