Smudges
In all your sage and whoop de doo
what are you burning?
Wandering through the house
like a blind person
expelling the ghosts of us
expelling the savagery
expelling the person I became
when you pushed me to my limits.
Positive energy isn’t worth shit.
Burn it down
I say.
Burn it all down.
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thats what im talking about!
leave everything torn asunder in cinders hust like the good lord intended!
Yikes. Clean-slating it, huh? I hope there wasn’t collateral damage in the the razing. Controlled burn, then?
I smell smoke.
a lot of plant species require fire in order to germinate. i am all for fresh starts. good poem.
Your first poem that I have read. I will begin at the first poem you posted…