A silent flame
Is that what I am
In the darkness burning
Bright
Silent
As I should
There as an ornament rather than a person
A silent flame

I have this dream.
I'm drowning.
We go over the cliff.
I'm trapped.

Tired of being used.
Of being berated.
Simplified to a simple on and off switch.
Enough had been had
and so I was gone,
Flown free.
Soaring.
Crimson splattering in my path.
Seemingly insurmountable.
Extremities and follicles fly
as did the acrimonious "victim".
"Can you turn the fan on please"
Was the beginning of the end for some
and the end of the beginning for others.

The only place I get to see you
anymore is my dreams.
Even if,
even there,
you hate me.
And I am alone.
At least I can hear you
I can see you
I can be with you