Firebox Farewell

Six nights since I determined I’d had enough, and all I can hear is your heart.

You preyed on me among the wights of a locomotive’s steam. So eager to assist in my search for a photo swept by turbulence along the platform. Five years later and I could hardly breathe for the weight of your rule on my chest.

I had to turn you over on the hearth twice before the coals could swallow your ruin in full. Smashed your skull to splinters with a fire iron, and funneled your kingdom to the night in thick tumbling gouts.

Yet still I hear your heart.

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