The beast stands before me
as I pray for light;
tears streak down my tired face.
Body goes limp as the diaphragm opens,
I fall through the gap.
Plagued by silence
I fall ever lower;
flames surround my pain.
Catching fire in my open hands
I crash onto the ground.
Brimstone shows me I'm not a man,
as I fade to a sea of ash.
Author notes
Prompt: Iris
A contest entry
- iris by stasis.
1500 points, ended September 8, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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