f o u r t e e n - pompeii

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You came home late that night

I was in our bedroom under the

covers and listened to you

The small words that would

roll off your tongue, the

small sobs that would

make the floor beneath

you crumble

and you kicked your shoes off,

I could hear the thuds to the wall

When you came into the bedroom

you walked to my side of the bed

instead of your own and you kneeled

in front of my face and you gently

shook me,

"I need help"

You were painted black and

it was strange because

I was so used to seeing

you golden

Behind you I saw a

shadow, and he looked

like you and grinned

at me

My eyes shifted to yours again,

and you were pleading

so I stood up and I

felt hell under my feet,

the same that you

were in

and I realized

you had pulled me down

with you

Everywhere was fire

and pain and the

shadow behind you

held onto your arm

so hard it left reddening

marks

You grabbed my hand,

sending a burning

fire through my skin

and for the first time

it wasn't the fire

that I was used to,

the one that made me lose

both my breath and balance

It was an evil fire,

one that made promises

to break me like

it broke you

You released my arm

and we were alone in

the apartment, but

I could hear harsh,

whispers

like burning kisses

to my neck,

"welcome to Pompeii"

And I closed my eyes

and saw darkness, the

same one that I witnessed

in what used to be

blue skies in my

face as I stared

at myself and I realized

we had brought a little piece

of hell with us back up

Welcome to

Pompeii,

where the

fire chases you

and people

allow you to burn

like a sinner

Burn like a sinner

burn like a sinner

Save me from

the raging fire

of Pompeii

that only exists

in my heart

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