Matchsticks

Rubble

A forgotten world

Rip the filter off for an even extra swirl

The sound is seductive

Light another?

Hold your breath

Stretch the lungs

You should be chewing gum

But can’t afford the seven years set strung

Before me

Oh what a waste of words said

So why not take my own breath

Without the violence being bled

From me

I see the flame rise up to be

And to me

These two kiss elegantly yet blindly

In the sweetest way it couldn’t be

Eternally

Just a matchstick and a cig

Igniting trying not to die too loudly