I understand fire, it’s hungry,
Starving with unchecked violence—insatiable.
In proximity to fuel it
Ravishes.
Undeterred by decorum,
Indelicate in its consumption.
I bite my tongue against the
Heaviest of truths
And bury you all in the ashes
Of the ones I've burned like tinder.
To fire, a spark is freedom.
To me, it is just another moment,
Indiscernible from the next
In this world I've set alight.
I understand fire,
But unlike it, I am not limited
By the conditions in which I
Burn.
About the Creator
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this makes me feel like the anger is sacred- deep deep love for this
As a pyromaniac with a great deal of self-discipline, I loved this poem.