The match
Lit
Wavered in your fingers
Flickering
As the AC cut off
You sat watching the flame dwindle
The wood
Eaten
By the heat
Devoured
By the light
You felt the flame come closer
The fire
Nearly at your fingertips
You heard the match go out
As your fingers burned
Nearly black
From the soot
As you
Lit
Another
Match
YOU ARE READING
Anthology
PoetryA collection of Poems and maybe short starts to fics? Mostly Poems right now.
