.
Whisps of moonlight
drizzle themselves over the calm water
and the faint sound of crickets
on a hundred violins
echoes through the tall grass.
Her skin glows in the night;
she is the moon.
Her red hair is like the fire
consuming the grass
her breath
the smoke nearby.
She suffocates me
my chest tightens when she is near
until I beg to fall
onto the burning floor.
I can see her singing--
it floats over the trees,
encouraging the fire to grow.
The hem of her gown,
so white,
so cold,
so clean,
floats softly at the top of the stream.
And she simply stands there, watching.
as I watch her
while the roar of the fire
is growing into a silence
that I cannot hear.
I only hear her chill,
and the voice that night seems to speak
and her mouth, sewn shut,
blatantly stares at me.
I close my eyes.
I want to breathe.
But I can feel her watery eyes
drowning me in their depth.
And I can feel her gentle touches
caressing my body
and kissing my already bloody neck.
I remember
what it's like
when she leaves me here--
I can still feel the pain
coursing through my body.
I remember the sound of the fire behind her
as she ran
as she screamed.
I remember the sound of the engine
revving up and closing in
and I can remember the gasp
the sound of her last breath
as the strong wind slowly ceased.
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