Tonight,
a little bit always on fire like I can’t hold pencils hard enough like words (emotions, impressions) don’t escape quick enough the heat, the pressure changing, the floorboards spreading open into flames swimming up hallway walls in such a moment, I feel like spreading arms open and inverting insides out.
(perhaps sometimes it smells like greenness, other times love is fireworks in fingertips and smells quite like burning)
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