follow me
my little
deathling
(my tiny
frozen
flame)
let me show you

let me make your frozen fingertips-
tendrils of falling
frost
that kiss the ground

in a mixture of sky and earth that is
both of us (somehow)

sit yourself on the
pinprick spindril
mountains

and let me throw myself
at you with all my might

and maybe you
fall from your
tallplaces

until you realize that unless you hit the ground

falling
is
flying

let yourself fly into me

let yourself become the monster
that you always saw in the mirror

scream at me your deathly dialogue.

scare me.

let all the darkness out
of your ashen mouth
like a bird running
out of air to fly on.

expose me to your suffering
make me your worldly attachment
(i dare you)

battle me.

exhaust yourself until
you realize that i am your
arms

and i can fight myself forever.

fight for your dusty body

hope that you can return to it

realize,

that you cannot.

see yourself as a congregation of
mud
and wind
and water.

become the flame that set you free.

and set fire (the world) that killed you.