Poetry · Writing

Lighter Fluid

I break

everytime I see your heels

chained to the radiator

lighter in my mouth

fluid tied to your hips.

The hills cover our flames

easier said then done

have me on my knees

open the red sea.

Trace the chalk line

the kiss of life

don’t feed after two

you’ll be my boo

leave with me tonight.

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