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Monday, June 18, 2012

Arsonist



his words 
were firebombs 
to my kind-
ling heart, 

his aggression 
gasoline thrown 
into an inferno, 

reducing me 
to ashes,

burned 
to near nothingness…  

scarred…

disfigured…

but still surviving.



~~~~~~~ This poem was inspired by a prompt from Poetic Bloomings asking for poems about fire.

2 comments:

Mary said...

Very distressing...but glad to read of the 'surviving.'

Tarang Sinha said...

Ended with a positive note...nice!:)