boiling from the heat of the fire you lit inside my home all I can see is the screen of my phone going bright. then dark. lit, then dark. lit. dark.
it trembles beside my bed as much as my fingertips do I turn the screeching ringtone down
the fire has ceased along with my ability to move I can still hear you call for me but it's muffled by the sound of Aly & AJ's Insomniatic CD that fucking CD
the cold sets in as the blood rushes from the webbing of my veins it pools in my mouth and creates a bittersweet taste that reminds me over and over and over again that you will never be allowed near it like you once were consuming it like you once were controlling it like you once did the fire has been flooded and I am left to drown in the unbearable freedom of solitude