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Icy, Star-lit Night

Poetry By: Jack Reiss
Poetry



A woman is heartbroken by a tragic house fire.


Submitted:Jul 25, 2011    Reads: 23    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Who would've known

that that icy, star-lit night she'd

run home. Run home to

her beautiful home

now engorged in flames.

The fire twisted

and bounced

and thrashed;

it pulled the building to

pieces and ash and dust. It crashed to the ground.

And so the grim stun

ached and chilled at her torso

whilst rapid flames

just ate that house away.

And she could do nothing.

And she did nothing

but cry a stream of tears

and stare,

with the fire burning through

her beautiful home's structure.

Her shirt soaked cold

with cold tears and rain.

It poured overhead

and there was not a chance of setting

this fire to rest.

In the dark, silent night

the fire peered into her

throbbing heart.

Mocking her and her

sweet, sick pain.

With the light of the fire

steaming off her sizzling skin,

the fire went on

to twist and bounce and thrash

until it met it's end like everyone else.

She caught no breath,

and had no breath.

It was her and the fire

and nothing else.





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