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There's a fire in my throat
burning
a raging wild fire
of things I cannot find the words to say
gray smoke
pours feebly from my mouth
I can feel my heart choking
as I try to let it all out
conveyance fizzles in to ashes
I'd blame myself
but you were the one who struck the match
leaving me with embers
and charcoal
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Comments (2)
Awesome 👍
Awe so touching 👌♦️👌