Burned
A cautionary tale
By Stephanie GingerPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
I am stacked kindling.
You offer me the red tip of a match,
In the darkness
a flare lights the touch-paper.
When I have explored your body
with my tongue until there’s nothing more to know,
after the long slow swallow of the night,
you will leave me consumed,
raking through embers.
The weight of promises,
dried husks.
I will scrape your name in ash.
About the Creator
Stephanie Ginger
Writer, screenwriter, poet, playwright, journalist. I love the drama of life: long, short, on the page or on the screen but always character-driven.
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Comments (1)
Even the profile of your verses speak to flames. This is enthralling.