crc

crc

 

her napalm blurt set me aflame,

but I chewed my way to freedom.

 

with charred taste buds,

love is flavored like dirt-caked pain.

 

and, for some reason,

God seems to have blocked

all incoming pleas for help.

 

who could enjoy sifting

through bitter ashes

of a casually romantic casualty?

 

 

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

'crc' is casual enough, but i don't think there's anything casual about it

[freelancejouster]

mmn, i like this. every line effects the next and everything is bitter and hurts. love as food for choking on?