Each next day a cycle
of firelit minds
behind eyes alight, blind.

Body blazing with the force of pounding hearts
that drown everything out
and me with it.

Until I scorch you
as you sear through the fabrics
of my skin, flesh.

You bled as I did.
The strewn of maroon
pulling us back. Together,

we wept separately.

I saw our hazy, hollow frames mirrored
in namelessness
weightlessness, less.

From your withered smile I knew
you too had forgotten
who drew blood first.