Arson


Like soot, his tongue



clogged up my chimney.



No puff-puff-puffs



of smoky breath, escaped



into the night air.



Desire deep within his pores,



doused my walls



in gasoline, tempted



his flames, ignited



by matchstick fingers.



I blazed.



He scalded my body



leaving hot coal 



handprints



in his wake.



His demented passion



cremated the innocence



that once stood tall.



My body reduced to ashes,



he departs,



parched.



Looking.

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