Sep 2019
I cusp this fragile thing
Light, nestled in between
Steadily burning red
Sometimes
A little blue instead
In tiny cracks, the air
Forces flames to flicker
Wasn’t really able to finish this prose
Maybe it was my subconscious
Trying to warn me
But here we go again
Finishing this thing
With an exhale
I let this ******* flame die
Light, nestled in between
Steadily burning red
Sometimes
A little blue instead
In tiny cracks, the air
Forces flames to flicker
Wasn’t really able to finish this prose
Maybe it was my subconscious
Trying to warn me
But here we go again
Finishing this thing
With an exhale
I let this ******* flame die
Wrote the first half in July and finished the rest a month later and obviously this is just a representation of my life in general: a mess. I was so hopeful in the beginning though but haha nope.
