Note: cleaning up my drafts a bit. My work truck is down right now, so I’m just trying to post some of these old writings that I didn’t feel were worthy. Bear with me.

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One small spark,

an ember really,

to the powder keg

in the dark of man’s heart

— the one turns to the other

the mortars blazing

breaking away at her spirit

she said something white-hot

I couldn’t hear through the smoke

I was too busy choking on the smog

the magma rolling off my tongue

if this goes on, we’ll be ashes, love

she’s going supernova

I’m going to bed, praying for water

the flames don’t really hurt much anymore,

so much as the smell of flesh turns my stomach

I implode and devour everything

Hope goes spiraling into the void

behind my eyes

why are we like this, dear?

you are the dragon,

the infernal beast

I am the leviathan

with pyres pouring from my hide

—— then you are a daughter of the King,

and I am sorry for my sin

and we rebuild all we’ve burned

as ashes smoulder within

the tongues are tamed

but writhe and rattle the cage