Dancing, we are blinded by soft palms on our eyes.
We run towards our flames in opposite directions.
We are moths and it feels so warm.
Bright
Right
But I can smell your wings burning.
And I don’t need to hear your screams. I turn around to follow you in.
But my legs feel heavy, so heavy.
I see you through the ashes and as we gasp for air, I take your hand.
It’s flaking and you flinch in pain, but I don’t care.
I Cower over you, my blistering back,
Cradle your head in my lap and stroke your hair quietly, very quietly