Arsonist
Distracted by Fire
Dancing around the ring, glistening in the firelight,
I burned you, with my spark.
Seduced by my twirling skirts, you travel
To a place unintended.
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Reveling in the affirming attention you display,
Arrogant, I kiss the truth at the edge,
Carefully enhancing the bitter blame
To hold you in my grasp;
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Interpreting the illusion in the heat,
Only successful when you forget the dance,
Narrowing your focus to me - I lick the flame.
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KJ Aartila
A writer of words in northern WI with a small family and a large menagerie.
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This is not who I thought I would be. Before my family was captured and forced into slavery, I had aspirations of becoming a wealthy business owner or possibly a scholar and philosopher. Becoming a warrior was the furthest thing from my mind. Unfortunately, our Roman conquerors had other plans.
By Mark Gagnon3 days ago in Fiction
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This is fabulous. Well done.
That was cool and intriguing. Great read, KJ