We Ran From Fire That Was Ourselves
dripping sweet rust colored honey
that flows like slow motion
pyroclastic clouds
over us both,
covered.
He
escaped
with my heart
safe from the flames;
fixed it again within my chest
before partaking of the candy of Kali.
Great poem. I like how you use the visual element of line length to form an image that adds an extra layer to the poem's depth.
Creativity is at its peak. Wonderful
Happy Writing
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