usually it's
everything
and
anything
and it
never
feels
good

not this time

you are the
end of the world
and i'm sitting
on the edge
of a hole in the earth
waiting
for you

the fin du monde

i have stuck
fireworks in
tree branches
in preparation

when you decide to strike
i will release a long-held breath
and watch the flames grow
and watch the triggers light
and watch the colors soar

it will feel good to burn with it all
it will be beautiful to burn for you