I cannot look down the lines
your words written and denied
empty spaces
You leave
Every time
silence
louder than the scream
pull the match
fire
Struck against the paper
Grit and flint
the moment bursts
I cannot breathe
Turned inside out
Staring at the darkening sky
and still you have the nerve
to say that I am not myself
Combustion.

~

Leigh-Anne Fraser