I danced
under savage flame
and the sound
of wood splitting.
I could not see
that I burned down the house
until the moon set
and I stood cold
amidst charcoal
that crumbled
in my palms.
The books we read,
vinyls we spun,
letters we wrote,
clung to my skin
like a crime scene.
He was blackened too -
watching from afar
as I danced
and sowed gasoline
over everything
he loved.
He was blackened too -
and crumbling
within my palms.
Waiting from afar
for the last ember
to die.
I burned down the house.
Again.
But he picked me up
and carried me
to our bed.
Scorched -
where we cried in agony
at a whisper
across our skin.
Every sunrise
we're washing the charcoal
from the sheets
and purging cinder
from our lungs.
Planting seeds
where foliage
was lost.
We wait now
for the day
the flames in our eyes
become another Polaroid.
For the day
we can laugh
at how I burned down the house,
and finally saw
the mxthxrfxckxr crumble.
Yet still,
he doesn't
break.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
I danced
under savage flame
and the sound
of wood splitting.
I could not see
that I burned down the house
until the moon set
and I stood cold
amidst charcoal
that crumbled
in my palms.
The books we read,
vinyls we spun,
letters we wrote,
clung to my skin
like a crime scene.
He was blackened too -
watching from afar
as I danced
and sowed gasoline
over everything
he loved.
He was blackened too -
and crumbling
within my palms.
Waiting from afar
for the last ember
to die.
I burned down the house.
Again.
But he picked me up
and carried me
to our bed.
Scorched -
where we cried in agony
at a whisper
across our skin.
Every sunrise
we're washing the charcoal
from the sheets
and purging cinder
from our lungs.
Planting seeds
where foliage
was lost.
We wait now
for the day
the flames in our eyes
become another Polaroid.
For the day
we can laugh
at how I burned down the house,
and finally saw
the mxthxrfxckxr crumble.
Yet still,
he doesn't
break.
