SpontaneousA Poem by David Lewis PagetOne minute she’s standing before me, Is stridently screaming her claims, And then in a moment of horror, I watch as she bursts into flames. There isn’t a fire around her, Not even a spark to begin, But then she erupts in a moment, The fire bursts out from within.
I’ve heard that it’s happened to others They burn with a spiritual flame, Some essence of horror within them Devouring their body the same, But nothing will char things around them It only destroys skin and bone, Their chairs and their rooms are protected, It doesn’t set fire to their home.
I try to remember what caused it, What happened to scramble her brain, What started the turmoil and forced it, To burst out and drive her insane, The flames started under her eyelids Then roared in a burst from her throat It seemed to be something that I did, It may have been something I wrote.
I don’t dare to start a new friendship With women I knew from before, There’s always some thing that might end it, With her flaming out on the floor. She always said I was controlling, Was cold and was hard, and I am, But maybe that’s why; she’s a woman, And I, thank my stars, am a man.
David Lewis Paget © 2015 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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