GASOLINE APOLOGIES

Forest-Fire

She prepares her coffin of hope, lined with naivete.
Love takes no prisoners–only casualties.
A deep drink of wine to chase the pill of stability.

Her heart is black and blue from her own fists.
She is the sharp dagger, poised above the breast.
One courageous plunge… then she can rest.

She wants to watch the world burn,
Pouring gasoline apologies from an urn.
How many times can a phoenix return?

The toss of a match
A long look back…
Fiction melts into fact.

Her place is here among the ash
And skeletons of hearts amassed,
Her own bones completing the cast.

She clings to the ghost of a dream,
Her words eaten by the sound of a scream.
Rise, firebird, and spread your wings.

There will be time for coffins and time for hope.
There will be hearts tangled and strangled in rope
As they try to scale her treacherous slope.

Love takes no prisoners–only casualties.
And yet we seek its fire perpetually,
Death, rebirth… Victims willingly.

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