Probably not as funny as I think I am
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Windy City, give me back the years that you stole and I might come back.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
Couldn’t look away from the wreckage that I wrought when I said “me, too.”
Isn’t it odd that drowning gives birth to live flames in a victim’s lungs?
Earth, I know you the least. Steadiness is foreign, chaos, my lover.
Orpheus braved the flames of Hades to rescue Eurydice, doomed.
In a water-drenched world, you were the hollow reed through which I could breathe.
Words can be fires, but songs are water, and in them I find cleansing.
Fire in your eyes, I tried to put it out with the tears in my own. // You fanned the flames with the winds of your disdain and
Lone lantern in a windswept night, flicker, and light my own way back home.
My heart must be flame, for when it burns over, I scorch all with my tongue
I had to learn how to breathe fire so that I could survive by violence.
I was an airy thing, head wreathed in clouds, dreaming, effervescent hope. // You were an earthbound creature, giving anchor and
