Poetry

Pyromaniac

8 August 2016

Hold me in your hand

naked, glowing

going out

just trying to exist

at the tip

of the matchstick

waltzing

so as not to fall

or burn out.

Enjoy my warmth

my pretty hysteria

near crying embers

for fear of

dying out

hold me closer

between your fingers

for just a minute

or two, then

blow me out

 


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