Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Miserable


I scream into the darkness
choking on dead air,
my lungs fill with hatred.

I squint against the searing pain,
flashes of silver against the night.


tears of blood trickle over my pale skin,
lips turning cold blue,
choking with terror,
violet dancing before my eyes,


I hear a smile in the whispers.
Kerosene flows over me, mixing with my blood.

A match flickers to life,

I murmur a final plea
as fire engulfs me.

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