Burn Out
Soon, I’ll stop this speed poetry.
Ink will dry into gun powder.
One last spark fueled by mental friction.
Poof.
Whoosh.
Up goes inspiration in conflagration.
Just ashes remain, unfit to even nourish Sari.
Copyright © Brittany Reynolds | Year Posted 2012
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