Combustion

March 26, 2014

Her tongue was a matchstick and she licked me on. We huddled around my fire for days it seemed until the blaze died out, and she couldn’t come alight again. So she became kindling for another man, leaving me charred and useless; a toothpick in a fire that no longer burned. Firewater and gasoline kept me going, but that’s all […]