Poetry Blogs (flames)
I drenched myself in kerosene. You struck the match against my heart and watched me go up in flames.
Friday 10th April 2015 10:41 pm
Fire is so beautiful in its own deadly way.
A diverse visual cacophony of colours
all thrown together, each a different
element back in its base gas. Chemical release.
Thick dense smoke curls upwards,
forming a choking cloud which glows
blood red from the wicked flames.
Sunday 6th May 2012 2:03 pm