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fire- two years

January 21, 2017
By katherinehope17 SILVER, Chapel Hill, NC, North Carolina
katherinehope17 SILVER, Chapel Hill, NC, North Carolina
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I did not ask

to be set on fire

these cups of gasoline

were forced into my hands

by strangers;

men in the streets

with cold, rough hands

their anger burning down the back of my throat

(why are they angry? why are they upset? what have I done?)

the matches swallowed in darkness as inside me,

my body implodes

“speak,” they shove me unforgivingly, “speak!”

I cannot

my body is on fire, and I lie in the middle of the street

a war wages in my brain,

guns firing

smoke,

blood I am sure is spilling out of my ears at this point

I cannot move.

two years later,

still stomping out the fires.

the words I have spoken have been dry, cracked and burnt

my mouth tastes like ash and smoke and my throat burns with gasoline

I am stained on the inside, I feel broken and ruined

the men have left the streets- they lost interest

two years

and I am still burning.


The author's comments:

Trauma leaves you burning far after the initial spark happens.


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