My lips spark
And smolder
With dazzling
Desire to flame
With remarks
🔥🔥🔥🔥
Every attempt to
Exclaim in agony
Not even a flicker
Catches in the
Back of my
Parched crackling
Throat
🔥🔥🔥🔥
My mouth extends
A gaping cavern
Accepting
Scorching gusts
Of sand and dust
🔥🔥🔥🔥
Light filters through the
Heavy rain of sediment
Threatening to
Entomb and crush
Until the swirling inferno
Erupts at my heels
furrowed and blackened
🔥🔥🔥🔥
Spontaneously
Combustion
Consumes me
Physically
Spiritually
🔥🔥🔥🔥
Leaving two
Fuzzy black skids
In my wake
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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How do people write so good-- how do you do it? this is the kind of poetry that makes me jealous. I know jealousy is a bad look, and ultimately this isn't the kind of jealousy that stops me from being happy for you-- it's not full blown envy. but truly, I wish I could write poems like this. you have a masterful command of the language, and I can't help but admire your work. You have a knack for choosing just the right word to convey a powerful emotion-- without being over the top or cliche. I dig it.