The Longest Winters

I want to weep flowers on your whitest grave

In the middle of a burnt out winter –

No ashes left to save.

I want to tear my skin open in sharp waves

And sacrifice the shards to those

Hiding in voids and caves.

I want to drop on my knees in an empty field,

Sell the words I promised to save,

Sell all the golden shields.

I want to melt hot candlewax into my tears

And fall headfirst into the flames,

Bursting the atmosphere.