BurntRamen

Fill your lungs to bursting, And run for your life. Grasp each breath – with that same Ferocity Your chest burns with.

Let it plume, Like the heart – devouring With rapturous hunger - Caressing your tongue Lacing your words

It is something that ravages Even the marrow It is something that will swallow You whole

And in the end You will find. Not – but ash,

A mural -

A fox.