I lit a flame on Monday
All yellow and white
It danced, a wavering sense of rhythm
I could taste its red warmth
its dry fumes
So pretty,
so blue
My eyes lit,
wilder,
wilder
Hands rough, throat ashy
Grey swirled, someone screamed
My house burned, wood crumbling
When did it grow so much?
Crackling, smoking, laughing
I couldn\'t breath
couldn\'t breath
couldn\'t breath