Brit: My inspiration for this piece was a quote from Bella herself. She calls herself the 'suffer-in-silence type', so ran with it.
Soft Lit fires
Soft lit fires, twinkling in effervescent beauty beyond the glass on the floor. Blood and tears, a sanctuary upon which I rest.
Pain dwindles, a sadness numbed by fear, and I know in this my love is clear in the ways my heart beats for her. It pounds, a tattoo like a drum, but it doesn't speak of love. It speaks of anger, sadness, remorse. Things I can't say when death is the toll.
I wanted, no, needed it…that murmur sweet and soft, a hint of carnal truth betwixt my crushed resolve. Then I needed nothing, her name upon my breath, something I couldn't fathom as I cursed instead.
Soft lit fires, a memory once more. Things I would not say to her, clawing at core.
Demons of the past, choking and coaxing, twisting and turning, hiding and fleeing, from the truth on my tongue. I cannot admit, so I cannot seek the comfort I desire. So, I shall lay here, watching as the flames grow higher.
This is all I can do, and so I must.
Burn away everything, leave only dust.
Soft lit fires, burn me more.
Dry the blood, settle the score.
Send me unto heaven, with her, once more.