the fire comes when you realize
you have given boys a taste of figs
when they will settle for store bought
minds that are good but they are not oceans
they will drown in you
you feel it burning in your belly
when you remember what they called love
didn’t feel like soaring
it felt like a twin bed
small
great women
you whisper
cannot be handled by lesser men
the lava boils over
when you understand
what they meant by lesser
the good enough
melts skeletons of money, family, career
the boxes on a checklist
the lesser are not awakened by souls ablaze
words overflowing flowing
somewhere
the lesser are content with
this
beige place
i wake with a start in his lonely arms
the fire has come
i remember
like generations have lit a match
in my abdomen
And leave those empty arms that have never been able to hold me
i am like light
easily crushed in the palm of a hand
and gone in locked windowless rooms
but filling up space
when given the chance
incredible i breathe
on a hill on a city on the world
incredible you agree
in a car at midnight in a small town far from the world
we choose our fascinations
we choose to be enthralled
by strange cities or art or a 17 year old girl at midnight
i’ve seen magic and i’ve been magic and
i don’t know which felt more
incredible
Author: Olivia Adkins
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Author Bio: 21-year-old creator, writer, wonderer, student, avid shoe-wearer.
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