a fire inside someone's heart
(i am not, i am not, i am not)
i want you to know that i am not that girl
with a pulsating dusk for a heart.
i am a fever, a waning moon scared of the dark,
a fresh burn, a bloodthirsty sea.
i am not the broken wing of a bird,
nor am i the diamonds drowning in the
lake of your mother’s neck.
i want you to know that i do not dream
of rosewater and the cosmos, but of witches
and their castles and punctured wounds on knees.
i want you to know that despite who i am—
a mourning garden, the sting of a thorn,
a withering summer song—
i am falling in love with you.
and so now,
i no longer want to be that girl.
help me be like you,
the opposite of me,
better and better and better,
happiness skinny-dipping in my veins.
help me love myself,
as i’ve tried
but i keep tripping over my webbed feet.
i saw a lonely fox whimper
at the sight of the moon once,
a gentle massacre, a thundering galaxy,
and i thought how my spine curves just like the fox
wishing to swallow all the little sporadic stars
and glow and glow and glow
and no longer be a fever but
a fire
inside someone's heart.
About the Creator
Diara Alvarado
Lover of animals and classical music. On a moonlit quest to become a writer.
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