A mad woman puts a knife to
the fire and the world gasps for air.
Sirens wail while firemen in
oxygen masks
rock back and forth beneath the
weight of their gear
and lumber into the blaze.
and lumber into the blaze.
Eyes inspect me and then
look away.
I walk free in the haze. I
wear no mask.
I float in the fumes and drift. I’ve forgotten how to
breathe.
I’ve forgotten how to talk.
I’ve forgotten how to talk.
She justified all that death
with words,
with rationalizations.
with rationalizations.
She sent a memo to the sun
as an apology.
She perches high above
humankind and eyes her prey.
She targets all that she can
grasp.
She is voracious. She eats virtue and
innocence.
Her voice is old and hoarse.
A mad woman puts a knife to
the fire and the world gasps for air.
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