The Architecture of Burnt Edges

You hear her voice
"Stay with me"
But it's just the paramedic

Your presence
Held my chaos by the throat

The loss does not deter me
And the victory does not praise me
You are not defined by grief
But silhouetted by it

It informs your edges
Where you stop and where you begin
I don't want better
I'm still a rabid dog

Suffering is poetic
They say grief is just love with nowhere to go
But it's also rage, the rage of a wounded animal
Screaming in the field
Tearing its own throat apart
Just to be heard

Anger for the grief, at the grief
You realized that the grief had always been there
Every search outside of it circles back to yourself
The love has nowhere to go, and neither do you

Your climate is irrevocably changed
And there will be no more green hills
I could come inside from the snow
But I'm not ready to feel my face yet

Long live the wildfire

Why we search for truth knowing it destroys belief?
Your feelings were ever real or merely rehearsed?
If you want to know what someone is afraid of losing
Look at what they photograph

Cruel words exchanged
Now we are showing fangs
Too stubborn for rope
To swing, to hang
Internal cytotoxic rush
Snake eyes roll back
Is the venom Us?

Searching meaning in your silence
Is destroying me

You don't get to starve a boy of love for years
And then demand intimacy
You raised distance
Now sit with it

Long live the wildfire