Oh yes darling, the fire was hot
flames wrapping their skeleton fingers around my-
No, not mine, your
your throat
but I couldn’t see the difference
we promised to our shallow hearts
and to the hearth that barely breathes
that we would stop our destruction
once and for all
put an end to the saga well into the hundredth page
but no, do not worry
because
we
got
this
together
the flames would soon get tired of licking
and soaking up our lives
it would be a dry mess, but one we need
then we’ll dance all over again
in our bare feet
staring at the extinguished pit and the lonely sky
as the fire awaits in the looming dark
waiting for a slip
waiting
waiting
w
a
i
t
i
n
g
Huh? does it think we’ll start all over again?
touch the needle again?
trip over the same rope again?
because, we won’t
look at us, staying 6 feet away
away from our doom in the trash can
the doom that’s calling me again
‘No’, I said to the faded voices starving to death
I won’t let the doom pierce me again
but the voices never stop
I am lost in a blinded fight with a broken shield and a bloody sword
but I don’t know where to swing, who to hurt
aimlessly trapped in the eerie night, someone calls me name
Doom rests it’s hand on my shoulder
and I place my head in it’s arms yet again
because
one more time isn’t going to hurt
right?
.
The fires chuckle in wonder and knowingness
It’s time again for its ambers to shed
to let the flames wrap their fleshy fingers
around the skeletal throat
all over again
