Pyromania
At the Hospital:
Those flowing fields of red in the wind
The flowers abloom blow in the distance.
The psychotic struck that night.
Pyromania in the sky
Aurora house fire on a cold night
She was a lady who lost her knight.
Left alone with two children in her plight.
Busted and burst into flames, the body bled
Into the notion of whatever remains,
Then taken away to the hospital
Dying in vain, for the psychotic pain.
My mother said with a sense of dread
That she once met her for tea at her house
With those dark eyes and warm smile beguiling.
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