Glide, I
glide along
the cerulean halls
faster and faster
I find myself
looking
staring
gaping at your
smile. You never
smiled like that with me
And the house
I'm standing at
The walls crack
the ground shakes and I
tumble, shamble into rubble
but yours did not.
My empty fireplace rained
and the wood consumes
the stones with so much fiery
and here I am
numb
as I am being burned alive
and you, with the eyes of
the ocean, sail away
with her, the child
of the sea foam
I do nothing.
Nothing, I am.
Who am I to question
your high throne?
I am but
an ash keeper
the girl forgotten
'til the ice of winter
freezes.
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