Arsonist use kerosene.
But you just crushed my dreams.
You covered my mouth with a kiss so
no one could hear me shout.
Then set my heart ablaze and stomp
on my chest to put the fire out.
I’m left a broken winged flightless bird.
Trying to reach the sky is so absurd.
But you’re the dead thing cold with no heart.
I’ll be here healing while vultures tear you apart.
By Monica Daniels