
i burn.
~
paper-thin skin,
an oil-soaked rag
wicking the viscous ooze
of human condition,
hair and limbs
catching like tinder
scorching, out of control
on fire with
depravity
lust
denial
apathy
nothing and everything
all at once;
a torch erupting
in the grim
hours of darkest night,
purples and
midnight blues
undulating, mixing into
umber fetid pools
raw beauty turned hideous
while
i burn.
~
i am a human pillar of flame
engulfed,
consumed
ever wanting;
suffocated,
asphyxiated,
a bonfire to innocence lost...
i burn.
~
how do you fail to see
these wicked flames licking
up my throat to rest in my eyes?
the anger, the betrayal,
the desperation that writhes within.
you see what you want to see–
blue chips of ice, frigid and cold.
~
this world struck the match
as you stood by and watched,
no compassion, no reason,
no empathy offered to quench this suffering,
now you pull up a chair and watch
as i burn and
burn
and
burn.
embers to ash,
{the ruin of my remains}
About the Creator
Heather Hubler
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