Mar 2016
I broke the spell,
Skin raw with burn marks,
I look towards the sky -
The clouds are still gorging themselves
With a deluge of dancing fire,
But I no longer wince with pain
Yearning for you.
I'm free.
Skin raw with burn marks,
I look towards the sky -
The clouds are still gorging themselves
With a deluge of dancing fire,
But I no longer wince with pain
Yearning for you.
I'm free.
March 8th, 2016
