I just wrote this to thank you

For fanning the fire in my words again

You were kind enough to do it slowly

Temper my passion for writing

so as not to denature my heart

But lady

You’ve denatured my soul

Into dripping dots of ink

Not enough words in my soul

Not in enough time in my world

Not enough ink to last

Just promise

When this fire finally turns me to ashes

You’ll mix me into paste

Write me into one last piece

Perfectly broken

And terribly written

Say something along the lines of

“This was never supposed to be perfect

And it was supposed to hurt

Right down to the end

There is no forgiveness

For those who go up in flames

To be reborn into ashes

And turned into ink

And remembered forever

On pieces of paper”

Thank you

For this fire

For this fever

For keeping the water from me

Thank you

For helping me

Live forever