A Poet's Dying Breath
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Burn
I just want to burn
Something.
Anything.
To see it cackle
And spark.
I'm no pyromaniac
But I am troubled.
Ashes in the air
Aren't ashes in my hair.
I just want
To set something on
Fire.
Because shrapnel
Makes a ticking bomb
Go BOOM.
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