Standing still,
Staring at you.
A spark,
Minuscule but meaningful.
A fire,
Engulfing our bridge.
Burning burning burning burning,
Gone.
YOU ARE READING
If You Can't Save Yourself
Poesíapoetry that has slipped between the noose and my neck; poetry from me, poetry to you.
Kerosine
Standing still,
Staring at you.
A spark,
Minuscule but meaningful.
A fire,
Engulfing our bridge.
Burning burning burning burning,
Gone.
