…are the ones who swallow darkness like morning coffee,
and collect their tears in jars like stardust.
ones who carry scars across their shoulders
like letting go was never an option.
the ones who’s true names are a growl rising up from their throat,
an animal fighting to live deep within their screaming bones.
the only people for me are the ones who breathe in fire and exhale gold
and who burn, burn, burn, like roman candles across the night.