Embers and Aqua

December 18, 2017

Covered in a fury of flames,

And subsequent smoke,

I called for some water to quench my

parched self.

So you,

My beautiful,

Last signal flare,

guided me to your outstretched arms.

You became my ocean

Of love

And shallow devotion.

I grasped for your hand,

Searching for a mask

To help me see through your chaotic waves

But you pulled me through without a thought.

You yanked me through the twisting tunnels

And cavernous caves

As you lead me to

Your so called healing remedy.

I closed my eyes and hope for the best

But you just lay me down to rest.

To rest in the wide open pool of starving sharks

As you left me alone to tread water in the dark.

You tricked me into trusting you,

Just like the unpredictable sea,

To smother my dancing flames

Oh Silly me.

You weren’t my savior

or even a vast and calming ocean

oh no.

you were a sea of gasoline.

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