Catching Fire I stand in front of the house. Amala is the owner’s name. I stand guilty with a torch and nobody else to blame. The family inside was pure, such calm and tranquil lives. Eating with healthy hands and sharing no lies. For me my own life began to sink. Scarelets burned my brain away with no room left to think. My rage and misdirected anger encompasses my stems and cells. Leaving my madness left to simmer My right hand flies to the ground to drop the mobile flame, oxidizing Amala’s weeds with a crackling sound. I stand back and my limbs fall into the campfire that they love. Stinging my pores while the bleeding scarlet burns crawl. My feet drags blood across the field as I try to escape the land. I stop to look back at Amala’s home with the evidence still in my hand. The scarf matches my bloody hour and my ears stretch to hear their cries while I am caved in by a scarlet fire. The burning horses squeal the unknown while the home that I had set aflame simmers down to the bone. My ears are blackened by embers. My charcoaled toes revealed by combusting cherries burning leather. A dragon’s breath touches my back. Flames enclose the scarlet of pyro organisms that scream after every crack. Nearby flares land on my flesh. I sorrow myself for the games I play. I watch the particles decay and cauterize, burning matches and people every day. My scarf stops in the absent wind. Droplets of scarlet soak my scarf. My neck broils from trying to escape. from the house in which I sinned A farmer and a father to ashes. Powerful scarlet flames ablaze. Burning crops to the crisp. Nothing that I can ever repay. The wind begins to taunt me. Blowing fire in every direction enclosing the ring of scarlet. I look up to the last of the home. It comes to an end as flares soar. I wait for the ladder men to show But no help came as my blisters tore. My hair catches a morsel of fire. Like the feather in my own cabin which I lit with my own evil desire. I begin to feel the anguish and pain. I panic for my plan went off track. Scarlet spreads from plain to plain. My feet to the tip of my skull twisting my insides and frying my brain.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Jun 2013 22:37:27 +0000