to burn: I saw a tree once that looked like it could take me. A lone tree in the middle of a savannah. I would live inside it. In its branches. In its leaves. In all its roots looking for water. No one would be able to touch me. And I’d move within all its bark, and laugh for all the tickles of ants and lizards and bugs while I wait for all the insides of me to turn to stone, like an insane inside-out gargoyle of some sort. And the sun will warm me and the rain will beat me, and I’ll remember all the times I used to be a mermaid, singing songs. Of being gods, and driving away in ’66 Mustangs. Of boys with strange accents and new lives in their hands. Of love. Although my heart was always left cold, before the thaw.

Old stories always have falls. And new ones never die, but keep moving. Slowly...in flames. The only way to stay sane is to sit still and let all the flames engulf you. And then burn burn burn, like they used to say, till there’s nothing there left to burn.
posted by mira 8:45 am