closely by the fire
eyes dry
vacant stare
shallow
glazed
dried by the fire
shallow framework
crispy marbles
carbon is dry
dust
that grabs
and closer,
closer,
palm
hot
on my face
warmer than
my face feels,
even,
even
closer,
dry flames
like my eyeballs
crush like baubles
crunch
santa is coming
shhhh....
smells like rainwater on tarmac
chargrilled oily wetness
disgusting
numb fingers
from falling and
slapping my fingers
against it
(

tap tap tap the feeling has come back again)
time for dinner.