To be born a meteor, destined to self-destruct. To crash upon some ocean, bosomed in her steely waves. For that ocean to be a desert, her dunes to conceal me ever. No one will know of this meteor and I’m just fine with that. Just let my flame burn — let it scorch — let it sear. Let my fire scald lovers who boldly came so near. Don’t let the fire die a sad, crackling ember. Let me supernova, a star — let me engulf death itself.