A Swansong in Ash and Ember
March 24, 2025
I have loved from the fireline—bold, open,unafraid of the burn. I have danced the dance ofalmost-lovers,almost-timings,almost-yes. But I do not burn myselfto keep another warm.I
I have loved from the fireline—bold, open,unafraid of the burn. I have danced the dance ofalmost-lovers,almost-timings,almost-yes. But I do not burn myselfto keep another warm.I
They keep me sane, the voices in my head, I won’t survive without them. Some sound angry, they have their reasons they say, some so
The blank page mocks taunts with the ticking clock. 3 Days and I’ve got nothing, no lurid explanation will pacify my editor. I need air,
Maybe Monday was just too crazed for something so delicate as buying flowers. You always came on a Tuesday, always bought the same bunch. Bright