burning
we believe we are not broken.
that they could not get to us.
but the top of the mountain is merely the beginning of the fall
...
the wind bites in such a manor that there will always be a chill in our bones,
but we struggle to stay upright in this endless fall.
bright, beautiful, burning wings
streak across the sky
as we tumble and tumble;
we are gasping for air, but we are suffocating
there is a loud boom, and then the illusion of a clearing
...
underwater lurks something far worse;
this celestial gaze will not be averted
the eye of the hurricane is silent, too silent,
and then we tumble off to sleep.
...
they tell us not to sleep, in the ocean,
for when we close our eyes, the ocean blinks.
they tell us not to breathe, in the ocean, for the sea will wrap around our lungs,
and crush them,
burning our throats until it turns into hellfire.
...
we explode into a supernova,
and the stars we once so carefully lit are winking out.
the wildfire encases our souls.
it rages against our broken and weary hearts;
reaching for a way to burn us into ash
it rages in vain, but not forever
when we are
all ground down
into bits,
our ashes just return to the winds.
...
-im not a big fan of circular endings, but that seems to be life
