the danger in playing with fire.

he thought he had smothered my fire,

but there was gasoline on his tongue 

and embers in his fist.

still, he was too dim to see

that I am a match

and hate is kerosene.

Author's Note

apologies for my absence, i’m working on publishing a collection of my prose and poetry.

Reviews

[AllauraRose]

It's beautiful! I love your poetry and they all amaze me! Never stop writing!