La Luciérnaga

When will she tire of it?
Self-destruction is quick.
She’s trying to prolong it.
Here, her heart.
Here, her scars.
She’ll give you all of herself.
For tonight.
Little do you know.
Tell me you love me.
She asks.
You don’t.
But you do.
Ruin me.
She says.
She’ll be gone in the morning.

The firefly that burns brightest.
Dies quickest.

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