Challenge
Explore the concept of Silence in a poem...
We explored time before, now the silence...
Challenge
My skin caught on fire at the...
Awaited Confrontation
I Expected more of you
Your mouth spits gasoline, splatting
and inching its way down my neck and up my nose.
A little "huff" breath to fan it, then, at the embers of disgust littering my pores,
forgotten bottles at a bus stop
This is unexceptionable
suddenly set Ablaze!
My skin caught fire at my hot fury long-quelled,
now I a blazing banshee
roaring brightly now in light of day, instead of
pillows at night;
eyes wide and flashing steam instead
of dammed flash floods drowning my sight.
You glare, your face melts down to disgust, and you leave me to burn down to dust.
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