Incendiary | Teen Ink


March 27, 2013
By Chloe Kimberlin BRONZE, Greenwich, Connecticut
Chloe Kimberlin BRONZE, Greenwich, Connecticut
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You came like wildfire
Indistinguishably incendiary
Struck my butane skin
With phosphorus fingertips

Clouded myopic eyes
Saw the ashes to ashes
Flushed lackluster lips
Whispered dust to dust

What you left me with:
A collection of burnt bridges
A drawer of regrets
A heart of hieroglyphics

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on Apr. 4 2013 at 12:42 am
Theholethatiswhole BRONZE, Auburn, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
"Trees are poems that the Earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness"--Khalil Gibran

You write indistinguishably from the soul; that much is clear. The layers and language in this piece gives it such dimension and depth. Simply adore it.