life, poetry

burn me.

photo by ojaipatrick.

I kiss my demons at night and bathe
myself in their kerosene grins.
I pour liquor and sugar
on my ginger colored edges
and lay on baking sheet liner
deep in their smoky inner hollows.
My skin wrinkles and hardens
but it never changes form.
I never become fire.
I don’t even burn.
Can you burn the fire deep
within you with more fire?
I want to do more
than just evaporate my tears.

—Lissa E.

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10 thoughts on “burn me.”

  1. beautiful and haunting. your poem touches the place
    within me that wonders – can i ever really change?
    however, the demons slowly evaporate once my focus
    is placed on good. thanks for making me think lissa.

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