firewalk
that one night we
burned i
blinded by rope-taut
knot twisted
around broken shards
beating still, beaten,
battered, bruised
held your hand
wondering what
stars were wrought
cold things, skyward
curious now, the fate-twist
if i launched ships
to a place without
rain
braving the red-hot flames
Originally posted on sceadugenga.com
