Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Burnt Beyond Repair

The flames flicker for awhile
growing only a little
until the embers grab hold 
of the battered lace curtains.

The wind picks up 
sending a light drizzle in through the open window.
The fire panics,
spreading chaotically 
as it runs from the rain

But with the next breeze
the blaze is fueled,
strong, angry, vengeful, 
swallowing my soul
turning it to ash.

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