Smokeater
Created | Updated Oct 23, 2008
Sweet
heart
she was scared
of my hands
working
as they did
looking
for resolutions
those
she had
heard of but not
achieved
like
those burning
her house
down
all in flames
steam
rising
from her skin
palms
and fingers
of a pyromaniac
all over her
blurring
her senses
until the roof
caved in