As their fingers grip,
tearing across your
careful folds, slow realisation
spreads across their face.
The beauty of a forest fire.
You cannot stop it,
so you let the fire burn,
feel your own heart glow.
As their fingers grip,
tearing across your
careful folds, slow realisation
spreads across their face.
The beauty of a forest fire.
You cannot stop it,
so you let the fire burn,
feel your own heart glow.