One House

I don't want to explain this.

Burn it down.

All of it.

To the ground.

To ash.

‘Til there’s nothing left

but bone.

I watch the flames.

I listen to the cries.

I taste their pain on my tongue

and the smoke pricks my eyes.

The chaos dances,

orange, blue, white.

It warms my skin.

Burns my lungs.

Like the first cigarette of the day.

Only tinged with betrayal and shock.

If a house starts to crumble around you,

burn it down. 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I hope you have a fire permit...Just kidding...A nice poem...:)..............

[Emily Cunningham]

Haha thank you :) don't worry, it's a metaphor. I promise :P

[Sami Khalil]

OK. You are welcome...:)................