Smoke and Fire


My face, it shrivels up
And my heart, it dries out
And I see red, I see smoke,
I see you, I choke and shout.

The clouds travel above us,
Vermilion and turquoise-blue
I'm trapped in them, I cry blood,
I flail out, away from you.

How pretty they were, your sun-rays of eyes,
Before I clawed the light right out of them.
And how pretty it was, your frail little neck,
Before I crushed it in my waiting grasp.
and I crush you with my thirsting grasp,
Rewind, repeat;
I crush you in my thundered grasp.


The End

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