I would be anything for you.

Take my body as a fluid entity able to fit in whatever crevice you wish.

If you want water,

I will quench your thirst with the tears I’ve cried.

Molded to the glass—

The perfect specimen—I will not shatter.

I will act as the Phoenix,

Nest of fire consuming my plumage—

Cas was named after an angel but has a devil in his blood.

I backed into the corner,

Accepting my fate—

Making my flesh taste of oranges,

Reminding him of the groves he stalked for prey.

A lonely howl into the night.

He has wiped my slate

And left no trace of my existence,

Except a silhouette in the char as if preserving the crime scene.

But I am not gone—

I am of smoke and ash.

And of the wind,

Pushing the cold out of your atmosphere

So I can take my rightful place as the center beam,

Providing a heated gaze, lulling you into the sense that you are free to fly with other birds.

Freedom costs you.

And the price is my omnipresence.

What will you do when a gust is just a gust?

A tree is just a tree?

Or if the sunset is no longer a curtain call to end the day on a hopeful note?

And then you will call for me.

You will hear only my silence.