Setting Sirens

a silhouette
smokes
curls her lips
combs her breath
through her teeth
when they taught me about men
they taught me about me
through the cemetery
they come
for my face
my clothes
the body becoming me
setting sirens
a silhouette
curls her lips
i'm glad to stop
looking in their white eyes
i fade
i'm glad
less than matter, darker
grave

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