The Bonfire

Please don't betray me

Please don't do this to me

Me to my body

I saw my future foretold in my mother's dying eyes

A life lived for tragedy

I can't do this I grasp at my cells as if to hold them well with just my fingertips

I can't help but feel as if my fate has been sealed

I never wanted to be the martyr

The memory

I wanted to be the one who lived