flames tint the evening sky
as they leap from rooftop
to rootop in their dance
spinning
leaping
a destructive little corps
with feet that paint
my love for you
in charcoal gray
these are my love letters
each house engulfed in flame
a stanza of the ode
Ive written for you
across the face of this town
in hopes that you might
see me
in the sparks
feel me
in each singed hair
smell me
as I melt your neighbours' lives away
oh its hot
but they dont know real fire
they dont understand
real burning
from the inside out
breathing pyres of passion
between clenched teeth
so I light fires
in hopes that you might see me
I burn houses
to try to make you care
Author notes
another oldie... circa 2001 ish?
Comments
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Oh ...
My house was burnt down in 1999. I looked at that 999 and turned it around and saw 666. Arson.
But: the House in Safety is ... safe.
Hallo.
How are you?
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