she smiledA Poem by Calliope
it was one of those days where nothing makes sense,
not even the rain pouring against the chimney. smoke from the kitchen wafted through the open bedroom door, singing louder than the kettle, already boiled over. it told her to wake up. (she didn't listen) flames made their hungry way closer, daring to lick at the pictures lingering on the walls. (she couldn't hear them) outside, the gate was locked, making no promises. it did not yield. tricked, the polished wooden floor gave way to ashes. freed, the dust flew to raise a warning, a lighthouse flickering in a storm. (she slept on) the fire wreathed her head, crowning her a scarlet queen. it flared up, higher higher still in a single blinding blaze- the roof screamed as it caved in. (she never woke) addendum: forgetful or tired? scatterbrained or merely exhausted? was the deliberate finality in which she turned the wrong dial on the stove a mistake? what blurs the line between a fatal error and a perfect suicide? for that, you would have to know what she dreamed.
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1 Review Added on July 9, 2014 Last Updated on March 12, 2015 AuthorCalliopeMelbourne, FLAboutYour name is Eve, and you are entirely too human. Or is it the other way around? You're not sure. more..Writing
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