My world, created by glass and flame in the birth of your heat, implodes inside the shadowed walls of my heart.

I swallowed the shards you gave me, your eyes on mine.

Nothing is easy.

I wait, feeling your hands holding the shattered pieces of my soul together in the molten, darkest recesses of the heart you claimed, unwilling to give up.

I am inside you, waiting to come out.

Auteur: Rachel Thompson