I
am a series of small combustions
waiting to detonate,
set off by consecutive chain reactions
ready to go off at a moment's notice just by a lit fuse
strike the match
and watch the sparks consume
me from within.
(I'll leave you in the dust breathing in ashen regret and gunpowder, leaving traces of [toxic] smoke.)
YOU ARE READING
a litany of ruminations
Puisi{poetry collection} s c a t t e r e d dreams and drifting thoughts, oh, not everything is what it seems... (not necessarily from my own thoughts)
