Poetry & Art

The Girls Before Me

She burned through you like an incense,  

Slow.  

Until there was nothing left at all.  

The wooden stick was all you had left,  

But you threw it away. 

I will search everywhere for the remains,  

and I’ll keep it close.  

I will soak it in oil and light aflame,  

so your love won’t have to feel the pain  

of burning out again.

 

 

Author: Hannah Grimes 
Author Bio: I’m Hannah from Saint Louis, Missouri. Writing is new to me, but I use it to express what I feel gets stuck on the inside. 
Link to social media: Instagram @hannah.svrsn

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