I see your anger
hurled at me like Molotov cocktails
what a beautiful flame in the air
like watching the engulfing wings of a phoenix
flying right at me
soaring the distance between us
a brilliance reflecting the gloss in my pupils
to your surprise
you discover a hidden, but equal, fire in my eyes
though kindled,
until ignited by you
fueling your hate angst and guilt all the more
but I’m lost in the fiery image of your blind rage
a pyro, caught in my awe
watching my ending
the coming of
destruction
desolation
devastation
inhaling the proof, laden in your flammable mixture of vitriol
and as soon as it lands
the volume encompasses all in its path
the fire will spread as far as the liquor will reach
the fire will spread as far as the liquor will reach!
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