Flint like fire
Etched with flint
Like flint catches fire
Eager, on the precipice, ready to consume by incineration.
Your eyes your pretty brown eyes your pretty hazel eyes.
Your deep shallow eyes
They burn so bright
They burn, they burn. They burn under sunlight.
Your eyes your pretty brown eyes your pretty hazel eyes
Catch sunlight like flint catches fire.
They’re shallow mellow almost yellow
Shallow like glass. Amber topaz glass bursting around sunlight.
Mellow like my words.
My words my words my words.
Derailed disenfranchised decaying decomposed.
In my mouth, disappeared when your honey yellow mellow eyes catch sunlight like flint catches fire.
is an undergraduate student at University at Buffalo. They’re a psychology major with an immense amount of love for children’s TV, varying flavors of mythology and swords.