I blew out the fire yet I saw the embers creeping out, slowly consuming me still. I doused it with water to kill anything that could reignite the flames yet the smoke filled the air, its silver wisps dancing its way into my lungs.
I can't get rid of you after all.
YOU ARE READING
Heartlines
Poetrypoems. prose. nonsense. (some are in filipino) published: april 25, 2019 completed: may 28, 2019
