Tristan Robert Lange

The Burning Lye

Dejected and rejected—

Isolation was icy despair—

Sent somewhere silently,

Put away post-performance.

Ostensibly of value—vaporized—

Silently sent into stillness

After ashen awareness

Blistered when mixed with water,

Lye makes the burn

Eat away at the flesh.

Today, years later,

Everything—

Everyone is the same...

Nope. I’m not disposable.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 24, 2025.

Tittu

November 22, 2025

East Stroudsburg, PA