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Isn’t it odd that drowning gives birth to live flames in a victim’s lungs?
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
Earth, I know you the least. Steadiness is foreign, chaos, my lover.
Orpheus braved the flames of Hades to rescue Eurydice, doomed.
In a water-drenched world, you were the hollow reed through which I could breathe.
Words can be fires, but songs are water, and in them I find cleansing.
Fire in your eyes, I tried to put it out with the tears in my own. // You fanned the flames with the winds of your disdain and
Lone lantern in a windswept night, flicker, and light my own way back home.
My heart must be flame, for when it burns over, I scorch all with my tongue
I had to learn how to breathe fire so that I could survive by violence.
I was an airy thing, head wreathed in clouds, dreaming, effervescent hope. // You were an earthbound creature, giving anchor and
Too much water, or too little air means no flame for your searching hands.
You liked to paint small flames on your nails, so I did too, on your coffin.
