eternal flame
buring ashes
wet cheeks
shaky hands
your hand on my thighs
tight lipped
nightmares
as I drift to sleep
i see your smiles
1,2,3
7,8,9......
12,13,14
tick,tock
"good, morning"
i smile back
burning ashes in my eye
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