i circle the sun
inching closer
it lets me in
giving me a taste of the golden glory
and i burn blissfully
i burn-
for you.

suddenly the wings are a furnace
plumes unspooling to ashes
my soul - annihilated.
i fall, a comet without a name,
worse off than when i first came.

I swirl the stress, turn
pirouette in my veins.
It is fuel for my fire.
I breathe in, out.
shallow,
yet crisp
the smell of burning
leaves on a brisk
autumn day.


I am the flame,
won't you put
me out?

i was called a witch
more than once
for wanting to craft potions,
to erase the wounds
love left behind.

i burned its letters,
willed the wind
to carry off the pain,
lit candles
to hush the tears
that fell like rain.

i never prayed to the devil —
only for myself
to grow stronger,
composed,
untamed.

the spell took hold,
i can entertain
your idea of a witch.
maybe i am.
but if you plan to burn me,
you’d better do it
while you can.

All of my love for you, will only ever written in letters, not in life.
For if I ever told you the truth, you would surely begone.
You'll forever be my last fleeting word, in life and in death.

I'm an addict for love
feel the heat of a moth
growing closer to flame
my wings already kissed
by growing fire. I live for
the warmth, even as I
burn alive