Organic

Temple

Flames eating up a fragile paper
light bouncing off of a distressed face
a bubble surrounds the paper arsonist
and traps the fumes inside.
A master manipulator hastily switches masks
"Hello, How are you today, Are you doing well?"
he makes sure to not let the smoke escape
from the bright backdrop he painted
with the color that used to be in his face.
If his body was a temple,
then his temple was burning down.
His wonderful scenery begins to fade
as the fire from within forces its way out.
'Control, What is it you want, Stop whining!'
Darkly exchanged words drift freely through smoke
as though they were never burnt
and turned to ashes behind a curtain of roses.
The smoke seems to turn to nothing
when it reaches the cold air
and no fire alarms go off
as his temple slowly burns to the ground.