fevers.

fevers.

A Poem by lisbeth

It was like I was burning alive from the inside out.
The embers spit up and out and you could see them in my eyes,
looking back at me in the mirror.
I didn't recognize those burning eyes
but they saw through me all too well - 
they burned through me
like his did on cold January nights
leaving me in ashes
until he comes again
to pull out those sparking embers from eyes
until there's nothing but darkness left inside.

© 2015 lisbeth



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Added on January 7, 2015
Last Updated on January 7, 2015
Tags: lust, pain, longing, eyes, embers, fire, ashes, darkness, empty, yearning, desire, night, january

Author

lisbeth
lisbeth

Canada



Writing
july. july.

A Story by lisbeth