Fireplace Memories
I want to see you burn
in the fireplace
where we kept warm.
Entranced by the flames,
crackling
and the charred wood,
glowing
with a slight hint of blue.
Reminds me of your eyes.
I want to see you there
in place of the wood,
your skin melting
up and down your arms
and your legs
resembling the bark,
rough and black.
I can imagine your distorted face
with your eyes widely opened
into tunnels of spinning waves
your mouth twisted
into a cave
of screeching bats.
Sounds like music.
I want to see
every shred
of your clothes burn
while you squirm
in the light
of my revenge.
Your eyes blue
as the flames,
your skin rough
as the bark.
It makes me smile.
I open my eyes
to see you lying next to me,
half asleep.
I find myself disappointed
as I slowly wake up
and realize you breathing,
alive again.
Copyright © Kylie Routley | Year Posted 2009
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