She spun webs of ash
For flame-ridden flies left to catch
And though it burns her, she don't look back
You won't see it at all
A corner of familiar withdrawal
Although it seems so, it's not your fault
Stone-cold silken petals
Drape down beneath your bones
And as they scatter amongst the ashes
It starts to glow
I wonder if you've taken them down
Just don't take me home
And I'll still sit here
Wrapped in dragline as we both burn
