Secured, restrained,
held close and locked,
the windows opened wide—
The door was ajar,
flashed the light,
trapped the fire while it burned inside.
…
It burned inside.
…
Blink.
…
Blink.
…
Smoke choked slipping down the walls,
bled up the corners
dripped on the fingertips
Teeth split,
broken whole,
pulled back blackened flesh,
the grinning lips.
…
The grinning lips.
…
Kiss.
…
Kisssssss.
…
Lingering drag,
turned itself inside out,
reversed,
the cigarette smothered the fire.
Transgressed,
(forgive us)
transformed the unburnt ashes into dust
blowing off the funeral pyre
…
The funeral pyre—
…
Burn.
…
BURN.
…
Tempest rising,
rain ascending to the storm clouds,
there the dead are born.
While cold and damp in wormy graves,
the living lay still and mourn.
..
They lay there –still– and mourn.
…
Hush...
….
….
Hush...
…
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