I hope you never experience the distant, dark corners of your mind overlapping like molasses in a metal drain
I hope when you open your mouth to speak you don't expel whispers of ash from your burning soul
I hope you dream of colors that aren't me
When she plows into you
You feel edges of malleability
I hope her tongue doesn't burn you
And her thoughts don't *******.

I float from smoke-filled lungs
And the crackling of fire keeps me up at night but
Amber and honey
I love the taste of my volatile soul and I'm sorry you didn't.