reaching
for
embers
when
i
was
in
6th
grade
my
ma
took
me
to
church,
prayed
the
childhood
outta
me
while
my
preacher
told
us
that
he
catches
letters
from
heaven
tellin’
him
we’re
all
sinners,
that
we’re
all
disappointing
our
father
he
tells
us
that
when
jesus
returns,
when
the
clouds
are
embers
hovering
the
blue,
it’ll
be
beautiful;
that
destruction
is
balance
between
rebirth
it
scared
me,
made
me
hold
tight
for
my
mother,
but
i
was
in
6th
grade
and
i
wasn’t
supposed
to
have
a
mother,
only
an
overseer
to
make
sure
the
man
in
me
don’t
cry
because
men
don’t
cry
so
i
let
her
go,
let
her
distance
herself
while
i
became
codependent
on
caffeine
and
staying
awake
at
night
i
fell
in
love,
one
too
many
times
with
the
wrong
kind
of
people,
became
addicted
to
warmth
and
dingy
water
because
i
couldn’t
be
alone
when
the
end
hit,
just
like
the
preacher
said,
i
couldn’t
be
alone
when
i
finally
gave
out
but
the
names
on
my
chest
are
weeds,
late
night
fuck
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