Birthday Candles

I watch 

As the house flickers

Flames twisting 

Their way up the already crumbling staircases

The white noise

Of people calling for each other

Running footsteps

It bounces around my head

Making me dizzy

I can hear the black match snap

I can taste the guilt of someone I don't know

And the smell of birthday candles

So sweet and innocent 

Now pounding with hate

And mixed with the slow snap 

Of the match

Reviews

[Bell-lala]

nice write :)

[Pawprints]

Thank you!

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~ ah... brilliantly written... movie-esque and powerful poetry... i learn from you each time i read you... you're very skilled... and sensitive...

[Pawprints]

Thank you

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~ you're very welcome...