Anger that knows me…

I feel an old fire burning,
it’s touch is subtle seductive heat
that lingers on my fingers
and mocks my mouth to open
and deliver, that which can ravage
and destroy.

I am this place no longer
and refuse to pierce hearts
that seek explosions
for no more reason
than to watch the pretty fireworks
they have created.

I let die the single flicker
that threatens to engulf my contentment
and I forgive
for it is divinely felt
though, not deserved.

Go elsewhere to start your fires,
I would rather sit in this bucket
of cold, cold, water.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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