I am quite capable
of bleeding on my own...

I go bobbing for memories
Their presence haunts me...

The urge to lie face down in a bathtub
Bubbles drifting past my ears...

Charred flesh doesn't sting the way I'd imagined
But when shivers cross my spine...

You fluttered, silk and black
Green shimmering across your wings...

A silent sentry holds his guard
Deserted by his fellow stars...

The match scrapes across the box
Setting wood aflame...

I made a star for you
And I set it in the sky...

The petals fall,
strumming the thin skin of the drum...

plump dumplings simmer
warm food fills my stomach...

How many times
Must I crack myself apart...

silent robbery
forming a consuming void...