As Seen In Issue 01: Reanimation; Read 'Fire' by Arthur Bergin

Fire

by Arthur Bergin

I only let you lick my palm

You very nearly burn my hand

Old cold bones bask in your glow

As your fire simmers low

Cinders to ashes

I throw matches

On old dead

Pyres long

Gone

Now

I burn

From the cold

Begin to yearn

For something old

You made me feel warm

All I have left is sparks

But next time a warm fire starts

I’ll let you char my very bones