Matchstick Girl

Life has pared me
down to the bone
honed me
like a single
lick of flame
only you know
what creatures stir
inside my rusty, dusty heart
so long gone unused
so sorely abused
A poem sparked from a song
bursting into bloom
I think perhaps
i’ll see you soon
possibly, maybe
who knows what might be
it’s what entices me
about my mortality
and you
weaving through
the web of
life’s shortlived
love & pain
Meanwhile, I sit here
playing word-games
quiet as a match
waiting to be struck
into flame

Matchstick Girl

Coriander Sievers

Chicago, United States

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