Oct 10, 2017
and if love truly is suffering,
I will gladly take
these flames,
swallow them whole,
until smoke
seeps out between my lips,
until the hot coals beneath
my feet,
scorch my heels to dust
I'll walk through your hell,
your disaster
and Eurydice once knew of
this place,
with her tongue charred,
lips black from the smoke
along with Orpheus all too
familiar
with its horrors,
its river of shadows,
its dirt beneath his
fingernails,
as he clawed his way out,
Eurydice on his
shoulders
and dear, if you cannot help but
look back,
in this place we've found
ourselves in,
to witness my final breath,
my body turned corpse,
corpse turned ash,
know that I
loved,
know that I
suffered
this love that survives through suffering | s.c.l.