F|ire
Note: cleaning up my drafts a bit. My work truck is down right now, so Iβm just trying to post some of these old writings that I didnβt feel were worthy. Bear with me.
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One small spark,
an ember really,
to the powder keg
in the dark of manβs heart
β the one turns to the other
the mortars blazing
breaking away at her spirit
she said something white-hot
I couldnβt hear through the smoke
I was too busy choking on the smog
the magma rolling off my tongue
if this goes on, weβll be ashes, love
sheβs going supernova
Iβm going to bed, praying for water
the flames donβt 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
ββ then you are a daughter of the King,
and I am sorry for my sin
and we rebuild all weβve burned
as ashes smoulder within
the tongues are tamed
but writhe and rattle the cage