Author: Alice Sleeps PM
We blazed to life in final throes of just vindictionRated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 159 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Published: 03-11-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2646033
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Blistered leaves were fluttering
on updrafts of warm air,
on the seventeenth of January;
charred faces flitting past their mothers
dressed in mourning by attendant flames
kneeling so subservient
in the undergrowth.
Your bones gleamed
crumbling at the corners
of a misdemeanor contract
asking you to stand against
as a paper wall between the tongues
of smoldering lovers
biting at each other's throats.
Blink a river of sorrow
from red-rimmed, smoky eyes,
blink unstated promises away
like stray bullets, right on target;
I wish we'd had a moment longer
before lit matches singed our fingertips,
a second split in two,
on half for each of us to speak
But we dropped our burning
to devastate a mountainside,
so some part of the world
would remember us
in all our doubtful mediocrity,
filing down jagged edges
to align us to pagan standards.
And we're just ash now.