trail

burn,
my fingers.

become the trembling that protects me
for a moment
then turn into ash.

burn brightly
and dance inside this body
like flames hidden inside a lit cigarette.

we both know nothing!
this, we know.
like children giving birth to children
who nothing knew
in the same way, without a direction,
we are lost too.

only trails of smoke and flames and ice to chase
leaking from our masks to reflect upon this world
the things this world lacks.

so burn,
my fingers.

shivering, cold, pale,
exhaling…
I too, will follow you.

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