• Michaela


Updated: Feb 3, 2020

That sound is the air, he tells me,

His breath hot against my hair, the licking flames

Shedding energy across my frame

From Wonderwerk to now is but the turning

Of a corner, a walk down the hall,

A kneeling and puffing of the cheeks

Making of the fire my nestling

Feeding what feeds

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