Hanging in the balance lay my head, cold and heavy.
Lick the flame and burn the needle, as you deliver me the final blow. Barren and isolated hang my body.
Rope turn to vine, scars into flowers, and gasoline illuminates the vices of your past, and the vast stillness of my future.
Dissolving to ash what once was engulfed in passion and rage, beckoning me to her soft embrace.
i am home.
© kissestobeth