fevers.

It was like I was burning alive from the inside out.

The embers spit up and out and you could see them in my eyes,

looking back at me in the mirror.

I didn't recognize those burning eyes

but they saw through me all too well - 

they burned through me

like his did on cold January nights

leaving me in ashes

until he comes again

to pull out those sparking embers from eyes

until there's nothing but darkness left inside.