Inspired by “Dancing After Death” - Matt Maeson
look at us- dancing on the sun,
melting on the surface,
smoking underneath.
i feel a burning on my tongue,
an ache in my throat from the words you want to hear,
the words i can’t repeat.
how do i become
someone capable of
more than just
defeat?
the sun has won; as my mouth melts shut,
there are no words left to say
with you i’m complete.