Prose: Untitled (tbd)

Some of these nights, I lay in bed ruminating over those who are mine no more and their audacity to lovingly bludgeon my heart so they could sleep well. Perhaps those who are still mine were brave enough to lose their sleep and stomach my mere presence. Concealing from them the thoughts racing in my unstable mind is only fueling the sweet, secret flame of reminiscence. My wounds are bulging to bleed out my woes beyond the pages of my journal and sink into the minds of the near and dear. I, much to the dismay of those who are mine, shield myself with smiles, conflicted to break the surface of my teary ocean and extinguish the flame of my downfall at the shore.

One of these nights, when the smoke of my scorching memories sneaks out of my ears, my eyes will ignite. My heart will bleed into the sky. My veins will revel in colorful eruptions. When those who are mine come to collect me, whenever they do, they’ll find my corpse curled up under a blanket of the fire I set. Eventually, a heap of ashes will be washed away by the waves of my tears and rain down one night on the roof of another like me, ruminating over those who are theirs no more.