i ask that you consider the ash
that drifts above us, covers you like snow
i ask that you might know
i’ve never met anyone as empty as you
and when this all is over,
i believe that i’ll be empty too
a rotting corpse of memory and sorrow,
half-burnt. i swear, my heart
was quite afire. i swear,
i would have drowned.
.
but i was human, i played
my part
and didn’t care
who could be the one to blame
for the flame
that i turned
into art
and burned,
poisoned,
before i went insane.
.
and now i lay here
no longer burdened
freely spinning
tethered no longer
amongst the pouring rain
drifting far beyond
the portrait - a charred skeleton
with its teeth
laid bare
grinning ear to ear
as insane as i am
.
monstrous claws
razor sharp
drawing hearts
upon my thighs I
lose myself in its embrace
feel danger breathing
into my nape
as I burrow deeper
|into its warmth
.
i embrace it back, both
palms splayed down its
spine and i wait, breathe,
twist my fingers into each
other over and over again
i call myself war and let
myself brush up against
shadows for one final night
before they eat me whole
and i begin to burn again.
.
in order: Orpheus, Sarah Silvertongue, Δλ, Ainsel, ghost
. The Dead Anon Poets Society .