everything is burning.
the walls are caving in.
i can’t remember what it was that i ran in to save.
the flames caress me
(like mother cats, tongues licking lovingly)
and i see her. sitting on a chair in
the corner, an enchantress with her head down.
i run to her, tug, pull, slap. she must come.
with what seems like a drain of energy
she looks up and i
see what i somehow knew i’d see.
she is me.
or rather, she is the me i always
dreamt i’d be.
but she is aflame and now
nothing but ash is in front of me.
the room is dark; my sheets lie lifeless on the floor.
she was the me i always dreamt i’d be
and now there is only