napalm
its been raining for
days. and I can't
see anything worth
saving from here.

Ophelia
your flower is dying.

I love absurdly,
but in a straight forward way.
(I wish I was a gum tree)

it was too late for me there
(too dark for my eyes) I
would have disappeared in
that room of yellow light
and napalm.

they take their dreams
and hollow them out
so the fire will catch
more easily.