The Arsonist
Your
words
are
shards
of flint,
relentless
relentless
re
lent
less
ly
striking
against
my
shielded
heart,
sparking
flames
in my
tinder
love
and the
tongues
of fire,
how
quick
they catch
and
they
lick
at my soul
and they
consume
my
sane
thoughts,
like
kindling.
Im
on
fire.
Im
burning
alive.
Im
a
breathing
pyre.
You
just
watch
as I
fall
in
on
myself.
Comments
I stoke fires with my words…
good lord davina… this scratched at my insides like a match being dragged across flint. beautiful imagery… incredibly rhythmic and melodious. and smouldering… smouldering with ache and burn. i really enjoy your writing.
Its an honor to scratch at your insides. Im happy that you enjoy my writing, Holly.
– Davina
Can so realte to how the words, thoughts and actions of others can burn inside. Often I now come to realise that people who attack with such ferocity are really protecting their own guilt and inner fear. Once I realise this my own internal state returns to calm.
Thank you for reading, Tony, and for relating…
– Davina
Fantastic writing. Passionate and deeply emotive.
Thank you so much, Elucidate. Im glad you stopped by.
Powerful writing. The layout works well for this. Brittle kindling these words.
Thank you, Aaron. An honor.