i hovered over the burning pages of my past. the countless "dear journal"s that hid from curious eyes within the dead snake bindings. (look at them curl and melt) i saw the darkening irises of scared girls that were permanently inked in terror.
why were they always so
scared?
my thoughts jump to you like a quick footed fox & i realized they were scared of. your hazy pupils and your drunken whispers. it was like a thick rope that wrapped around my neck & pulled me into you; the fire devouring angel's wings.
(watch me plummet.)
maybe i will die.
but i'd love to feel your hands around my throat.
(let your smoke suffocate me.)
i'm falling.
are you waiting to catch me?
- the fire told me about you.
