"i...i don't matter"
her soul is fire and her heart is flame and she has, she has always mattered to him
the cup is empty, wine trickling into her heart, "what could I possibly do?"
the words he would say are shards of glass in his mouth
stabbing his tongue
if he speaks his whole hearts will come rushing out blood bursting with the rainbows of her existance
he doesn't speak
"i'm not important."
words tear from him
pierce the air he's furious
who tells her this his woman of fire and pain who TELLSher
who tells her she's not important?
she is untouched
a forest blaze does not sense a single flame
it simply consumes
his words bleed run dripping down her throat fill her heart
wine and blood
his blood
his words
you are the most important
flames pause in their self-pitying dance
not because of me
because of you you exist
you live
you are the fullest alive I've ever
you're a part of me.
candle sputters, spent
the last small flame
blue flame burning flame time man with the biggest hearts this side of space-time flickers
out
and she, the woman with fire in her heart and hair,
she lives