Settle, settle down my soul.
I’m burning unprocessed and charred as coal.
Grievous skies rain down the fires,
but I burn, nonetheless, my soul is tired.
Trickling wax moves across my back,
I am but half of myself.
Tinged with lemon, I am a freshness unknown.
Think of the cleansing nature on my bones.
Fizzled flesh still bubbles dry.
This all happened quickly under that night’s sky.