photo by ojaipatrick.
I kiss my demons at night and bathe
myself in their kerosene grins.
I pour liquor and sugar
on my ginger colored edges
and lay on baking sheet liner
deep in their smoky inner hollows.
My skin wrinkles and hardens
but it never changes form.
I never become fire.
I don’t even burn.
Can you burn the fire deep
within you with more fire?
I want to do more
than just evaporate my tears.
Fierce and alive and the ending with its subtle downturn is perfect.
Beautiful as always. :)
That photograph is spectacular and goes beautifully with your lovely words.
burdens/depression that has settle inside slowly consuming but always staying put, haunting and sad….
this is so lovely. you know i think you can. i hope you can. burn the fire with more fire. i hope so.
your poetry is wonderful!
Powerful piece
beautiful and haunting. your poem touches the place
within me that wonders – can i ever really change?
however, the demons slowly evaporate once my focus
is placed on good. thanks for making me think lissa.
that opening line just penetrated straight through my internal lining.
it closely resembled my own transition.
as usual, I loved it!!!