Tending the Flames
Sparks white-hot nestled in embers
Your eyes curtain-off the flames
Ice cold as late-December
Turn up the heat to play your games
Push me harder for rent, honey
Your heart, I thought a home
To a skeleton, everywhere is sunny
And today I mean to pick a bone
Fury tempered towards open grievance
Flaws obscured brought into light
What you took we're not close to even
Look into mirrors for a sorry sight
As I stand, bucket in hand,
The flames of our home spurred by wind
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