swevens of vernorexia

aronia

  
   
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
— i burn.
  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
  
frickling flames of a fuming fire
dance dainty upon the pier.

gossamer in the light,
'cause the fumes won't produce
warmth like a hug so tight,
however a blaze of domineering fright.

you ignite the sparks
and leave me to burn.
having thought of an infatuation
you wanted to earn.
for you have not melted my heart
yet frozen it so stern.

higher will blaze my fire,
with every trying stroke.
until i am but a shadow,
starking contrast adorned in my burning cloak.
fuming sparks through my way to your heart,
burning it broke.

and then i will wait for winter winds
to quell my flames thin.
let the anticipating frost consume
my burning heart through every out and in.

and you,
you will see my flames freeze to flakes,
as with the winds howling away,
will i splinter.
where i once was burning in with you,
now i swirl away, incarnated as a flake,
alone in winter.