Poison Fires


Broken beer bottles,
Glass teeth dripping gasoline.
Match box strip-stripped clean.
Matches always lit-littering everywhere.
Always Catching
Serpent pools a light, a hiss.
Ethanol poisoned fangs sink into a rotted memory.

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This poem is about my alcoholic father and how the alcohol sparks fires within my family and burns relationships.