Poetic Attempt || Six

and it was at that exact moment
in the middle of the darkest, coldest night
i’ve come to remember
underneath thin, rumpled bed sheets
with my back pressed against
the defined planes of your chest
our hands out of sight but fingers interlocked
your warmth seeped steadily into
every inch of my shivering skin
and lazily ignited a crescendo
within the hollow expanse of my lungs

and it was at that exact moment
in the middle of the darkest, coldest night
i’ve come to remember (i wish i didn’t)
underneath thin, rumpled bed sheets
with my back pressed against
the defined planes of your chest
our hands out of sight but fingers interlocked
that i deliberately ignored
the stench of my own hair burning
until i was inevitably, gradually
reduced into nothing but ash

Six
(Written on October 09, 2016)

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