Holocaust

by suicidallyanonymous

I’m perishable
beneath scissor teardrops,
with taffy-stretched skin cells.

Exploitable, remembering
lost moments -fluttering
in the arctic chill
of your holocaust stare.

I’m melting in my shoes;
littering your t-shirts.

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