Out With A Flicker
by Dustin Triplett
Self-loathing tastes of cherry lip-gloss.
Your rouged commotions,
and quivering conflagrations,
set wildfires to the wasteland.
As the birds and bees all flock to see,
the façade slowly melts away
underneath a lonely oak tree.
Mother Nature supplied the kindling.
She fanned the hatred of your flame
into the fiery vortex in which you came,
starving our hollow nether of oxygen.
To extinguish the funeral pyre
we add gasoline to fuel the fire.
As the anxiousness engulfs us,
our reality turns to soot.
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