we are flames.
burning in different
colors and heights and shapes.
melting our surroundings
until it's just us.
we are
beautiful
and scorching.
to stop us,
you must snuff us out,
and even then,
we will remain
as smoke;
colorless,
but free.
YOU ARE READING
desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
