June 18, 2017
Words fell like snow,
Like ashes.
Burning through. Smolder in the dark.
Bits of paper and ink like
Destructive little darts.
Crushing little morsels that sour on the tongue.
Hold them in and they eat you from the inside out in acrid bitterness bites.
Release them to the air so foul,
To rest upon the unattended and unintended ear.
Words light wildfires.
Words light wildfires.
The hand you burn now, later you might wish to hold.
Best to set words loose to sear the page.
Write it out by heart.
Punch lines.
A simple piece of paper set upon by rage, breathed in fire forged.
As coals cool, sent to dive bomb the waste bucket.
Venting catastrophic spew.
The trash can take it.
Inferno diverted.
Cooler heads prevail.
Long term treasure spared.
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