Poetry

People of unquenchable fires

We are ruins

We are fallen towers

We are remnants of

Fragments of

Our broken selves

We are pieces

And loose ends

Bits and bobs

Bric-a-brac

Rubbles and shards

We are tempestuous spirits

Breaking walls

People with spikes for bodies

And rootless limbs for souls

We are mares and stallions

Running free

Wildflowers

Thriving on the edges

We are wandering homes

Because of the desires that scorch our throats

Infernos

For our unquenchable fires.

 

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