The Fire

March 29, 2008
I gaze upon my home
The crackling sound
Through my ears
The once amiable home
Is now splintered:
A gouged out vulnerable shell
Slivers of glass pertrude
From the ground
Like used syringes
My mother drags me away
She cannot bear to watch
I stand facinated.
No! Enchanted.
I laugh manically, but
My voice is strange
They put me is hand cuffs and
They take me

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