a type of euthanasia.

thedustdancestoo:

put the fire out, you wrote.

i will

i will

before i close my eyes,

i will, i promise,

before i go to sleep.

the flicker, though,

it warms me

it catches fire inside,

and crawls up my skin,

it chases away the chill.

even dying embers

are beautiful, aren’t they?

even dying embers have breath,

have life,

until they run out of air.

put the fire out, you wrote.

i will

i will.

i never did, i forgot.

you wrote on paper,

paper i burned.

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