Phoenix Syndrome
By: Bleached Roses

as if from Heaven..
ashes like
snowflakes
f . a . l . l

-&- he gasps

catching the remnants
on his tongue

reminding me of those mornings
stalking blizzards on our lips

but even still I --
explode
into a
d.a.z.z.l.i.n.g flurry of all we were

((recombine me, Dear))

prepare for another
c r a s h
-&-
burn