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
