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,
cruelty, denial,
apathy.
nothing and everything,
all at once.
.
a torch erupting
in the grim
hours of darkest night,
purples and
midnight blues
mixing into
brown, fetid pools.
raw beauty turned hideous
while
i burn.
.
a human pillar of
flame.
engulfed
consumed
ever wanting.
.
suffocated,
asphyxiated,
a bonfire to innocence lost.
i burn.
.
how can you fail to see
the twin flames licking
up my throat to rest in my eyes?
the anger, the betrayal, the despair
that writhe within?
you only 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 look on
as i burn and
burn
and
burn.
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zero less zero= the fucks I have remaining, soon in deficit. ____________________________________________________ Life is complicated and messy and hard. Good things, people, times and more come along, but damn are they few and far between of late. To everyone out there struggling, I feel you. One day at a time... :)
By Heather Hubler11 months ago in Poets
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This has a swirling rhythm to it that when coupled with your colors create something that feels very like fire when you read it. In short, this poem was our FIRE! LOVE this! 🔥
This so vividly describes heartbreak and the intense emotions involved. You conveyed so much pain and anger in your words. Well done
I know I already read this and thought I had commented. Not sure what happened. This poem is so powerful and impactful. I can feel it. Others who watch while is in pain. Well done my friend. ❤️
Oh, dear friend, your words captivate me. There is always such beauty in the rawness and truth and your poems! Amazing work, as always! ❤️
This one has a live edge of its own. Sensory ignition. Well done.
I agree with the comments. This is visceral in feeling, and the word choice was sublime
The rawness of this is visceral in it’s emotion Powerful words
Apply cold water... to the burns I just received reading this en fuego piece. Wow, Heather. Powerful 💙
🔥 in every sense. Boom. I especially love this line: wicking the viscous ooze. Sensory incarnate. Raw. Love it.
The heat radiating from your poem engulfed me in flames and now I'm burning alongside you. You'll never be alone.
Your economy of words here is fantastic. A short and explosive ignition. Loved this from you.
PHOAR!!! Brilliantly dark and heartfelt writing that one just feels completely through your structure, vivid imagery and themes of heartbreak. Super impressive and powerful Heather! You’ve been missed! ☺️ I hope we can read some more shortly.
Bold, powerful, raw, courageous, painfully heating, and intensifying!!!
I would say that I burn for you, Heather, but that could be misunderstood. Burn with you? At any rate, not to be seen or to have all that is burning within us go unrecognized is tough. May I simply say that I see you & feel your pain?
love this
Damn I felt this one hard. Thank you for sharing this passionate piece.
This is 👨🍳😘👌 ! Could feel the heat from here, blanching the skin from my bones. I love playing with fire, it's so evocative 😁
Burning up on the inside from the actions and perception of the other. Denied the compassion and generous charity that it should be drives many a person to grief, and some to the point of violence. Like actual fire, You feel till You don't feel anymore. The nerve endings have gone away, dwindled in the heat. Thus, leaving You apathy for being so scorned. As the fires of betrayal continue to burn, the literally take Your breath away just as a real flame would. On a humorous note; if I pull up a chair to watch You burn may I bring a bag or bowl of unpopped popcorn? It seems that You're burning pretty well enough to get the job done.
Damn. Your imagery is out of the park!
Oh dear. That is a powerful statement of betrayal and loss. Beautifully written, as always. Well done, my dear friend.
Incredibly heartbreaking but beautifully and fiercely penned. Stunning work