“How lovely would it be
If that would be me,”
Spark. Smolder.
Pleading animal, piercing dagger
Sear. Burst.
Crimson hands, bated breaths
Empty room, empty soul
Flicker.

Alas, a dying ember.


Words by: Cherry Rose Guillermo Copyright © 2017 Petrichors and Metaphors

 

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