Saturday, April 20, 2013

Poem: In a House on Fire



In a House on Fire

The smoke was a serpent
winding its way beneath my door,
silent as it crept across the floor, searching.
I did not know it was there until it rose,
sliding up one leg, wrapping itself around my waist,
coiling across my shoulders, licking my neck.

Oh, I fought it, that heavy gray dark.
The smoke tangled itself in my hair,
whispered my name,
soft and seductive as a lover.

I struggled, and I succumbed.

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