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:
Very distressing...but glad to read of the 'surviving.'
Ended with a positive note...nice!:)
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