Smoke Should Fall By Phoebe Bee
I can feel the heat radiating from my irritated earlobes Responsibility wrecks the tips as I feel the gnawing sting of flame wrapped around my name as it leaves your lips The pain I caused, I deserve to feel the same. You reserve the right to stand in my way deciding what day you whisper my shame into the ears of companions and friends Something we once were, something I ruined It’s my fault we were burnt to the ground I’m the one who turned on the stove, but you left it on... I am what drove us apart It must have been a grease fire no matter how much water I threw the flame kept spreading, moving over to the door that stands between us... closed. As the fireman Swung his axe to chop it down, all he did was add another wedge between us. 260
