Children catch ash on their tongues, dreaming of snowflakes while mothers hold it all together with routine, hoping it won’t always be like this. A man screams at the ghosts who follow him into the daylight, the bitterness of their breath seeping into his skin.
The fire that burns and burns and burns
The fire that burns and burns and burns
The fire that burns and burns and burns
Children catch ash on their tongues, dreaming of snowflakes while mothers hold it all together with routine, hoping it won’t always be like this. A man screams at the ghosts who follow him into the daylight, the bitterness of their breath seeping into his skin.