Everything she touches bursts into flames
Bright hot flames
They lick up her pale skin
Drip red from her lips
Where she walks
There is fire
An ashen footprint and a black smudge
She feeds hearts to the fire
She earns them herself
Using wit and shy smiles
Devilish eyes and fangs
When the rooms opens to her
It greets her with fresh arms
They are willing to be burned
For her
She works her way
Into the minds of many
And uses her strength to shatter their hearts
With a quick leave
A fleeing glance
The moment when she runs from you with a sack on her back and a bikini beneath her clothes
She flees to find more souls to steal
A gypsy with a glass container
A fire dancer with green eyes
Everything she lets her fingers graze
Ignite from her touch
Her scars are everywhere at once
In the thoughts of men from the seas to the hills
She doesn't mean to capture their trust
She doesn't mean to lead them in, draw them in
A siren in a murky ocean and an oncoming ship on the horizon
She doesn't mean to destroy them when she leaves
She is a fire starter
She starts
She leaves
It burns.
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My Arrangement of Chaos
PoetrySome poems tell a story, other tell of emotions. This one speaks of a place, where all things exist and nothing can ever hurt you. The next is the equivalent of bottled up emotions.
