fire in the skies

Sickly sweet fire - dancing, and I look up

Columns of flame lick at the stars while I sit cross-legged, chest heaving.

“You deserve to exist in these spaces”

She says as the towers begin to fall

I would listen if I could, but I am preoccupied

Becoming the teeth that tear myself apart.

I press my thumbs to the Earth,

And it falls away.

I look up at the sky, ah,

That is gone too.

The stars and the pillars remain, though,

Except I am the star.

And the star is boiling. 

2/4/’22