The Temples Are On Fire
I smell the flesh at my temples burning,
and the pounding of my head shacks
and rattles of death burns my soul.
Heat- ouch!
fire- burning so hard
and the women with the buckets of water and alcohol
don't come around to put me out and give me a drink.
I sit there burning, dying, and feeling bad...
11/25/2013
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
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