our home is burning and I do nothing.
ash is falling from the sky and I worry if I'll ever understand math.

we walk on fire and all I want is to snuggle with him.
their suffering, their torment, digs deep into my skin.

I hear the scrapping and rasping, the jarring infliction of the war. It settles into my bones, leaving a blistering ache, making me feel like the most selfish being on earth.
I'm human, a flickering particle in a mound of dust.
What did I expect?