Phoenix
strike a match.
sulfur grazes my nose.
the flames tickle
the surrounding sky.
internal screams,
questioning motives,
FIRE is born.
smoke infiltrates
my lung and throat.
coughing greets the
unwelcome visitor.
FIRE reaches out
touches my hair,
eliminating every strand.
lesions blister on my scalp,
neck, and arms.
FIRE leaving its ugly scar.
burning flesh and hair
is the aroma of the night.
FIRE engulfs me.
We are One.
but through the ashes,
I rise again.
Self-Destruction --
and I remember
FIRE is an old friend.
Copyright © Brittaney Clipson | Year Posted 2011
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