My heart burns there too
DERRICK MERDY·MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 26, 2016
I stood in the firelight, sweltering. It was warm and welcoming. A large beetle banged against the window, trying to get to the lamp of a house, it fell on its back...That was our home in flames, I was laughing to myself when I had the thought, or how it resembled our relationship. Time flowed past in darkness, and life went with it, melting away...like the good and bad we built... The beetle still called from the window sill, not quite able to right himself. He might never make it... But he had to keep trying. For a moment his rhythmic calls and the heartbeat throbbing in my eardrums became synchronized. I could not distinguish which was him and which was the blood flowing inside me. I began to feel that I might actually be that beetle. My back became numb, I was exhausted and my four limbs became terribly heavy. I made an effort to pull myself out of the slumber and at the same time clam my nerves. I wanted to show that I was reasonable and willing to continue... But at the mentioning of continuing I could not hold back the tears. These embers of March brought a understanding that was acquiesce.
