the fire was spun
like caramelized sugar
with a smirk
(and the hissing)
my tongue, wet
and hungry
reached out
to closed spaces
(closing spaces)
the balloons soaring
above the firelight
taking a piece of me
into the embers below
(with a hiss)
it darkened
and everything went cold
the fire remains
but doesn’t warm
(just breathe)
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