House on fire

12/19/23

I was born into a house already lit on fire.

Im tired.

Of putting out flames with my body.

My skin is burnt to a crisp and theres nothing left to salvage but ashes

Ashes are full of substance where something astonishingly beautiful can grow.

Although...

When the wind blows, all of my ashes are scattered.

The seeds are misplaced.

Where the roots were supposed to implant themselves,

Carcasses were left in their place.

Leaving fossils for scavengers to find.

But as time goes by

Earth seems to bury all the memories.

So the next soul that passes by will never know what was supposed to be.

My house has always been engulfed in flames.

So eventually I decided I needed to run away.

I don’t know if the flames chased me ,

But it seems every house I sought for salvation all ended up living the same.

I used to think I was the one who brought the fire.

I've learned over time to turn their fire.

Into my desire.