18/Aug/30: Bring me too
The smell of fuel
I will drink half of it then pour
The other half on the pile of tree flesh
Strike the match when a hiss of sparks runs down my top
The fabric ignites and I wrench it off. Toss it onto the pile
I may have blinked against the bright flash
But I don't remember
I will stoke the ash away into a bag
Probably miss more than half on the floor and
On my naked arms the cinders will smear me red
So I will shakily wright a word with the fallen white skin
Then I will turn to you and say
As I breathe in the pain. Nothing
But the ash on the grass stays
And when I walk away. You read
Sorry
YOU ARE READING
Am I 'Absolute'?
PoetryMostly poems and art, some quotes and short stories. Not everything is an original of mine, so if it isn't I will state so on the page. 😊 Also: Helloooo! Oh my gosh! #1 in original poems!!
