Wildfire

We may go up in flames, but I'm not the one who lit the match.

Pulsating

Throbbing

Red hot iron lacerating

My insides boil and bubble

Iron metal spikes stab and jab my tongue

Words like fire sear and char my heart

As I flicker and flare

Scorching hot like an oven

You take a lighter

And light the match

A flickering spark ignites

And in a single second

It’s all it takes for me to combust

I scorch and sear

I become an inferno, bearing down

As my flames devour

I melt and scorch

The floor boards beneath where we stand

And up we go in flames

Crying and screaming out in pain

But when I die down and smoke and wither out

You and me singed and seared by the heat

All sizzled out

You brand me a wildfire

Out of control

But why then

Do you still hold

So tight and dearly

A lighter and gasoline in each hand?

Author's Note

Would punctuation or different words made this easier to convey or read?

Reviews

[Write Cat]

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[aspen]

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