Matches Are Lit

Wed, 08/07/2013 - 17:30 -- tekight



We’re dancing with words that are flammable.

We’re fighting off demons that know our names.

A flinch is all it takes

To hear the humming your voice makes,

When it stumbles and trips

Over the ice on your lips.

It tells my bones to break.

They know now what is at stake.

For each time I gave sounds to my breath,

A match has been lit that might lead to our death.



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