inevitable combustion
my being breaking down and
shattering
like a decorative glass
spilling its wine on the empty masses.
the particles in the thread which so aptly
hold together this battered skin
busting at the seams,
ready to shatter planets.
I can feel
the heat boiling,
overflowing,
and I can see its
invading fires creeping upward
to overthrow trying lids.
a torch for the unknown carried and
released whimsically by puffs of smoke
always asking me
if they can yet have the freedom
to consume this teetering heart
with their savage flames.
one ring of smoke
to answer no,
because in truth I suspect that
maybe
they already have…
and I fear having to
wake up each morning
asking myself
if I’m even breathing.
Some call it red 
It pleases me greatly seeing you express yourself with more than six words! 🙂 The flow is sinuous, the words tumbling smoothly. Apt.
Thank you! xo
“one ring of smoke
to answer no,”… I don’t know why exactly, but this moves me. Love your work! Keep it coming 🙂
Will do 🙂 Thank you so much!
From what I gathered you’re getting people drunk and your hot? Ahem, I’m better at reading poetry than that.
When we shatter we may be remade. When we burn what was, beauty grows from the ashes. Gorgeous words, as always 🙂
I definitely like the second half of your comment better than the first 🙂
For some reason, this reminds me of Blixa:
Be well.
I can totally get behind this.
Beautiful. I enjoyed the last stanza the most.
me too! and thank you 🙂
Love the flow, culminating in breathlessness. The heart’s intuition never fails.
It certainly doesn’t. Thank you very much 🙂
I like this very much
Thank you for reading xo
So powerful and that last stanza is fabulous 🙂