April 7, 2020 Or, A Poem About Failure


‘pity me’
he whispered in a heap
sobbing on the flagstones
as she looked on

‘I do’
she responded
and her fingers snapped
and hot fire sprung forth
to engulf him

he shrieked and flailed
with all his might
but in the end
there was only ash left
as she walked back inside
and drew the blinds
behind her

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