The Not So Blaze-A Poem by @FatFemPinUp

Cross-posted from: Fat Fem Pin Up
Originally published: 14.02.14

We’ve been reduced to regurgitating memories and feeding on phantoms

To hoping old fires could spark from melancholy fuel

I kept it alone

You lay beside the flame with empty hands
Driving need, some desperation

You took the heat

I did the work of two…. singing, stoking

Keeping such a flame too long, too alone…i turned

Sacrificial

You grew

I gathered

The fire cannot be pacified
Yet cannot burn without fuel. It can destroy abandoned

Wounded, Before consumption, I.found my portion …. relit my solitary flame

Tendrils of chill
Ushered in the dark
That cold stole through you
You sought me
Accusing eyes for the keeper of your flame

The flame you would not feed

We’ve been reduced to “remember when” and “back then”

Recalling the beacon that loving created

That apathy killed

 

I am a fat activist, child rights advocate, womanist/feminist, poet with an affinity for selfies. I have a bachelor’s degree in social work and I work for a children protection agency. I plan to obtain a masters before I become a mother. I’m single but quite taken by good books, fancy living and chicken wings. @FatFemPinUp

 

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