Bow your head and drown out the voices.
This is the word. I say to you and your lips alone.
“Kerosene never smelled so appealing as it did that day
we loved under the mask of fumes.”
Dizzy and lost. Our eyes shut to the heat of firestorms.
Between us, we were burning.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC