It was petrol,
Lying so unseen.
Glimpsing rainbows,
But generally blasé.
A mirrored pool,
Murky yet iridescent.
Waiting, waiting.
For action to arrive.
A spark, so fleeting.
Yet everything’s ablaze.
Dancing tongues,
Choking fumes.
Dying gently,
Initial excitement fading.
On edge, just dreading.
Inevitable extinguish.
Yet, it’s flaring up.
Flaming into life.
Ever fluctuating,
Permanent beacon.
Tell me what you think...
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Kinda of twisted. Twisted is good. sometimes. But in this case it is vell done m'luvvy.
My fav part is 'Dancing tongues,/Choking Fumes.'
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Twisted! How very dare you.
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