i’m starting to freeze.
has the fire in your heart gone?
you can’t keep me warm.
fire: a haiku // a.s.m
i’m starting to freeze.
has the fire in your heart gone?
you can’t keep me warm.
You spat fire,
but I pretended I was made of water
so you wouldn’t know you burned me.
Slowly, you evaporated me
until I was nothing– a puddle
on the sidewalk that
you stepped in on your way to
somewhere.