I had a forest inside me.
The trees grew silver barks, and the leaves shone like stars on a dark night. And there grew a dark night too, inside. It was beautiful, my forest. The trees never bent to the wind. They stood tall and proud, and lonely. It was beautiful, and it was dead.
He came with fire.
He was just an ember, with hardly a flicker of heat. But before I knew it, the forest was on fire. My forest was on fire.
The flames licked up in torrential waves, engulfing every tree, every blade of grass. And the heat. Oh, the heat. It scorched me, and I burned hotter every minute. The silver barks turned gold, and each leaf shone like the sun. And dawn grew inside.
I had a forest. He had a fire. And together, we were a forest fire.
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Coffee Stains
NouvellesSwirling spoon in steaming drink Ripples the secret thoughts I think Streaming tears and long felt pains So much in my coffee stains
