Bleeding Fire

Honey, my skies are bleeding fire, 

as the world meets its end.

The smoke from my charred lungs transpires,

and like a dark ghost ascends.

Will you still, have love for me…

When the world is ablaze?

Or will you leave me to turn to ash,

abandoned in the haze?

© J.G.

 

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