Searing flesh, hot to the touch
Acrid smoke in the lungs, burns so much
Dread and decay share a space
And I would do anything to get out of this place
Heartbreak and sadness from all around
Not a shred of happiness is left to be found
The sickness inside is almost too much to take
So I sit near the flame, let myself bake
A piece of ash floats, weightless, in the air
It lands, unfelt, in her hair
She is sitting on a small boulder nearby
Unmoving, unblinking, unable to cry
Silence, stillness, as I coax her to eat
She is lost, almost gone, but I won't admit defeat
As my flesh cooks, I try to break through
To bring her back, there's nothing I won't do
It's not quite as simple as all that, you see
Because the one I need to reach is a part of me
About the Creator
KAT Hunt
I grew up in a small town in Oregon. In 2nd grade (circa 1984), I was entered into a poetry contest. I won 3rd place and was awarded a small check and a certificate signed by President George Bush Sr. I have been writing ever since.
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm3 days ago in Fiction
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