My Inferno
That I would hang myself in the sky outside your window
and slowly reach my hand out to the sun,
claiming its fire as my own.
One more bright star in your sky,
a bloody inferno.
So that when you look out,
there is one more small piece of joy.
I am all I have
to give.
Thursday 20th January 2022 10:48 pm

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