Monday 2 April 2018

type of wrong

center of me burns
begging for water
a hurricane to wash over
destroy and resurrect

submerge this fire
let if sizzle
like the sun does
at dusk

and when it's drowned
when it stops breathing
take your hands
and let it go

it goes and goes and goes
falling liquidly
drowning 
while the universe reverses

and planets, stars
they all align
and it floats through space
the big blue

they said it's darkness
that shines
but they've never seen
so much light

and as it travels
submerged
it loses track
of all that matters

there's the fire
sparkling
twisting
underwater

take my fire
and kill it, I asked.
don't give it wilderness
for it expands

consuming me.


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