Wildfire,
hot aching
wretched
burn it all down
leave no survivors
and I'll sit
posed
amongst
the combustion
monitoring my
heart rate and temperature
I'll inhale smoke
and let it wrap and curl
to squeeze my throat
fire thick engulfing
branches over head
I'll look up and watch
the embers drop
flames tousling my hair
These fingertips printed
with ash
a matchstick lays further off in the grass.
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