Indignant blood
by Hester Prynne
Posted to Poetry on 2004-06-22 14:30:00
Protected,
by a coat
of inflammable years,
I watch
in shock and awe,
as you burn
into ashes
before me.
I cross my arms,
over my chest,
while you
swirl and melt,
into your bubbling pool
of indignant blood.
Your pretty face,
your teeth and lips,
your arms and legs,
your heart and soul,
dissolve,
suddenly pathetic,
into a skeleton,
lame, and weak,
calling out my name,
faint,
whispering, pleading,
you point
your crumbling
angry fingers,
in reprimand,
at me,
for starting this fire
in you,
instead of
telling you,
another lie.