I Used To Be On Fire, Once
I Used To Be On Fire, Once
*shrugs helplessly* I don't even know????
Now I feel a little bit like
I have burnt all the trees in my heart the way you
stop a fire: isolate it, then let it burn
it's stopped
the way it always does: by drowning in it
rolling around in the flames and watching fascinated
as they consume everything
this is what happened:
when there is no forest
there can be no fire
it's collapsed on itself
and I stand quietly
and watch the smoking ashes.
(I prayed for the fire to stop because it hurt but
I never wanted to lose the butterflies;
they're gone now, too. all burnt to crisps
and it feels dead inside.)
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