crackingmeadows

A tiny flame

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