Ash

Fire burns away the scars

Bubbles in metal to choke in red stars

Bursting for air to suffocate and go far!

Hate in 3rd degree tar

Black and red oozes out of poison bars

Heat and

200 degrees

Beat and

440 blazing trees

Death in numbers just for me!

Adrenaline is worth the lack of safety

Your craving

Sustained so emptily

Filled to the top with carbon dioxide

While you gasp for solids because you missed it this time!

Burn the world because you forgot that one line!

Like Zorro's Z you leave your warning sign

They can never look away and shut thier eyes!

They can never slam the window and close the blinds!

You burn the glass

and can only laugh

You burn the map

and rejoice in ash

Author's Notes/Comments: 

metaphorical pyromaniac

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Paige Sheehan's picture

This by far is my favorite poem you've written. Good choice of words!