Swallowing Fire

Here were

Her

Him

They

Here were

dwelling insides

of rolling smoke

and fire.

We.

only caught in between

loose threads and

cracking voices

beyond the silence

of an empty white room.

We

Swallowing fire like a

bedtime snack

finding starlight in the essence

of a void so bleak and discouraged

to be anything bright

to be anything but

open wounds

and stitched mouths

They were here

consuming words,

and purging lies.  

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