Set the House On Fire
My limbs burn with
something
I thought I’d forgotten,
something stiff and cold
sounding suspiciously
like the static
on a broken tv
The spiders
in the corners of my vision
weave their webs
over and under
and under and over
a grinding noise
behind my eyes
that means movement
What movement means
(these days)
is something
falling off the bone
turning into
a suffocated pile of flesh
for the flies to inspect
and tuck into
The sun
must have come up
but I can’t tell what’s up
or down
or right
or left
So I’ll just have
to settle
for a burning flashlight
that gets so hot
the plastic around the bulb
melts
Causes something
of a fire
near my chest
which spreads
until all that’s left
of these quiet walls
has turned to ash
Copyright © Kayla Hawkins | Year Posted 2021
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