slip away
i'm the first to see the writing on the wall, to pack my things and slip out, sometimes even in the dead of night. before you even know to look for me, i've fled to the city gates, chased by fires that haven't caught yet but i know my body is made of gunpowder and you are my unlit match. i think i confused fire for water, sought out a spark to lighten me, a desperate pretense when all i crave is to quench this lonely thirst