Used to be

we sit side by side crisscross applesauce at the back of the room

i used to be a romantic she says as the smoke curls around her head

dead hearted

hollow chested

echoing words

listening quietly i try not to swat at the smoke

understanding that this feeling that she is feeling just needs time and healing

i join her in her darkness with my tiny light

hold my hand i say

don’t start that goofy holistic shit says my dead hearted friend

this makes me laugh and she half smiles

hand still outstretched

she takes it

tears stream down her face as she ashes into the potted plants

holding hands we sit side by side crisscross applesauce at the back of the room

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where’s my lighter?

 

The queen burned down her own kingdom 

Overrun with foolishness

She was homeless/hoeless 

Far from hopeless though

She laughed slightly and smiled 

The queen burned down her own kingdom

 She stood just close enough to feel the warmth of the flickering flames and not get burnt

Bending down, she lit her cigarette on the walls of her burning kingdom 

Unafraid of cancer, because we’re all terminal anyway, she inhaled and exhaled 

Fuck it

Let it burn

Let it burn

Let it burn 

She owned that it wasn’t built on anything worth saving 

Foundation fractaled by faux “I’ll love you forevers” flung from mouths that made mockeries of marriage 

Unions made useless 

Committed only to not being committed 

Lessons learned

Bridges burned 

The queen burned down her own kingdom

Let it Burn

to be continued…