100 Words: Blaze

you gave voice to the fire
gave peace to the flame
let me dance and dance and discover
that I was more than I imagined
bare feet on the marble chip path
and saffron
and turmeric
and egg yolk
and milk
and chalk
lathered over my skin
and by all that burns
I would’ve made my life shorter
if I could’ve been brighter for you
would’ve carved myself
into a single word of love
just to hear you say it
and know your tongue for its song
and your lips for their blessing
even as I fell to silence

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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