“In too deep and lost in time,
Why’d you have to go and let it die?” -Foo Fighters, “Let it Die”
we get on our knees huddle close to glowing stones
maybe if we cup our hands, maybe if we cup them together, we can keep this fire going
blow something from our breaths into life, resurrect these dying embers
but all i want to do is blow it all out, all i want to do is bring in the cold
i want to match the void i feel inside, i want to swallow these ashes and burn myself out
i want to feel where my heart used to be, i want to remember what i once was
i no longer want the feeling that something has left
or that i’ve been left bleeding
or that i am about to leave
just the steady burn of this tired muscle in my chest
peeling away into winter