You taught me of fire,
mimicking its fury with limbs aloft...

They creeped and crawled,
caressing the cracked earth...

Not a poem. Just something I needed to write and...
No need to comment or rate or read, actually...

I once found love buried deep
within the greys and blacks outside...

I've lit it a thousand times
yet your candle still couldn't dance...

The day I relinquish the land
I've called home, and the day after that...

I give in to the urge to pull away dry skin from...
gazing blindly at trees, ermine-drenched...

I remember my first funeral:
everyone was either wearing black or white...