Little beads,
Jaded by time.
Bouncing.
Roll on the floor.
The end is here.
Fire Blooming in lungs,
Burning out what once was,
Creating fertile ground for the new.
Flowers weaving through veins,
Bursting through the heart.
Badum Badum Badum.
Excavating the chest,
Tearing through skin.
You see me there,
Rotting on a cracked floor,
Moss seeping through;
Long forgotten.
A smile on my face,
"Thank you for coming"
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
Little beads,
Jaded by time.
Bouncing.
Roll on the floor.
The end is here.
Fire Blooming in lungs,
Burning out what once was,
Creating fertile ground for the new.
Flowers weaving through veins,
Bursting through the heart.
Badum Badum Badum.
Excavating the chest,
Tearing through skin.
You see me there,
Rotting on a cracked floor,
Moss seeping through;
Long forgotten.
A smile on my face,
"Thank you for coming"
inspired by some fire ecology and, as always, personal feelings.
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