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Once
My tongue was set on fire
Molten heat singed my teeth
Roof of the mouth was a blister
Waiting to burst.
But
Vocal cords remains charred
The throat a useless thing
Nostrils spat out flames
Then it reached the brain.
So
The cerebrum was basted
By the runoff of the mind
Thoughts became wasted
As the inferno left no room.
Yet
It never reached my heart
Though it felt twisted and dry
When everything fell crumbling
I refused to just stand by.
Yikes! At least it ended on an optimistic note. Kind of.
Arlee Bird
Tossing It Out
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Thanks, Arlee. We’ll see how the ending matches up with reality.
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