Like a slippery minnow
sun-touched at dusk
the innocent flame kisses my ankle..
igniting my cotton loneliness..
climbing up my leg.
I gasp.
A creeping chill pierces my lungs
and I sink,
frozenly
unable to move.
The embers feather at my waist
like intangible fingers..
strumming hypnosis..
winning me.
My clothes wither to the ground
in a puff of ash.
My body reddens with desire.
The end is near.
I can feel myself
melting..
succumbing to the heat..
the cold, cold heat..
that lifeless, destructive, killer that she is.
Author notes
burned alive
if there were a million and one (ways to burn)... this would be that "one"
In a list
A contest entry
- ways to burn by second-born.
500 points, ended April 25, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow...this piece is so powerful with its specific and very convincing imageries...I love how you write your interpretation of 'burning'...thank you for sharing this lovely write!
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its like there are problems wrong with society and we didnt cause it so we cant solve it... its a very good write
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For some reason this sounded enjoyable.
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Interesting poem...
Like a slippery minnow
sun-touched at dusk
the innocent flame kissed my ankle..
igniting my cotton loneliness..
climbing up my leg.
I gasped.
i gasped too...
Good luck in the contest. jennifer
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