Challenge
Monthy Poetry Challenge for March.
Write a poem about a cleansing by fire, by any means: Beautiful, dirty, gritty, dark, fluffy... make it yours. Winner is decided by likes, and will receive a crisp $10.00 -Set it alight.
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The Consort’s Pyre
My skin splits,
oozes, bubbles
and falls, sticking
to your polished tile
I hear you weeping
and smile-- now,
do you see the depth
of your insolence?
My crackling bones
wail into the heat;
Your irreverence
has burned us all