i love the ocean
it cleanses my wounds
but salt can only go so far
before it is only spume
thus throw me into the inferno
for my aches to consume
and become an ashen mist
a waft of purified exhume
only fire is left
when salt won’t do
W.E.
purification is a science,
finding a master requires brutality against yourself
not many are willing to participate in
there’s nothing eloquent about staring
in the mirror
and undressing your wounds
to see the pus of your ego
staring at you
W.E.
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