singe
Cold-switch trundle, uphill and gaining,
the morning ahead after hours.
Fluttering in ash, a scent
and the wrong memories of moisture on windows come cutting.
All these little miracles in hindsight,
all that burnt through,
all the sweeter for over.
Love,
the dead minotaur
(previously)
chemistry settle | wire cut | temple | froth | slips out | traps | angels | burrows | amber | pedestal | corner | welcoming | chamber | entry | singe | open | rupture