Combustion

People bitter burn up

Like rising bread exhaling

Ready for the open air

People throw their fists

Like sailing stones

That skip across an endless ocean

To move over for mercy muscles

Kissing all the wrinkling wounds

And smooth the quivered heart

Curled frightened in the corner

Bitter burnt and singed right through

Knuckles cupped over her mouth

To smother all her screams

And calm all violence

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