from a burning heart

not in a way that matters

after all, what can you offer

crawling up the ducts

until they bloom in my brain

like exploding little stars

and amidst the fireworks

hammering against my head

you can almost see

how awful it is to love and have the roots take hold in my heart, your every breath nourishing something soft in my chest

i have found that all too often i am crawling into a dream where your fingers slot perfectly into mine

was it not she who protested most vehemently

when you clipped her wings and bound her feet?

still you clamp shut her beak

as if she had nothing to speak

and tear her children far from her reach

her husband's head bobs in the stream

as her mother's bones rot in the street

yet with a torn throat she will scream

"from the river to the sea,

yearns to wrap me in her cold embrace

in her soft crooning voice, she sings

“you will be enough for me,

as i will be for you”

“but miss, i do not yearn for death.

your request i must deny.”

“such life! astounding waste of breath.”

came her reply

on this, we cannot see eye to eye

her love held nothing but demise

so i draped her with a porcelain cloth

i will sit here until my roots

fester and rot, yearning

but when the snow melts

🍪🍪🍪

thank you for the cookies ! have some cake in return

to feel the time slip away

the ghost of your hand is letting go

and your warmth is a distant memory

you’ve gone so far

tucked in the marrows of my bones

it’s hooked itself onto you

taking a bit of me

as you drift

further

and

further

away from me

these days i find myself

unraveling, fraying, dissolving

running out of words, out of time, so

you crashed into me too hard

leaving just as fast

without a trace

and now i’m left mourning

for a piece of your light