burn me
take away all the detritus
from a century
of memories piled precariously
ready to rupture
with one heavy sigh
break through these
old iron gates
destroy the remains of
the old wary embankments
the thinning moat
i've known it all too long
and these stones
only echo the cold wind
sweetly sear yourself
onto my skin
a woven tattoo with no foresight
no history
only this current rage, yearning
to memorize my
mountains and valleys
your smoke will be
my only cloak
your ash my only veil
your hiss the only sound
i need to hear
leave me with nothing but
the roar of you
and as i look deep into the depths
of your flames
i'll see my own deadly dance
the way my body sways
and takes you
destroying a thousand years
of half dead remains
Author Bio:
Katie Simpson is a poet and short story writer. She’s been published in the Wilderness House Literary Review and Furious Gazelle and others. She loves scarves, green tea, and digital photography. Find her online at http://twitter.com/ksimp522
take away all the detritus
from a century
of memories piled precariously
ready to rupture
with one heavy sigh
break through these
old iron gates
destroy the remains of
the old wary embankments
the thinning moat
i've known it all too long
and these stones
only echo the cold wind
sweetly sear yourself
onto my skin
a woven tattoo with no foresight
no history
only this current rage, yearning
to memorize my
mountains and valleys
your smoke will be
my only cloak
your ash my only veil
your hiss the only sound
i need to hear
leave me with nothing but
the roar of you
and as i look deep into the depths
of your flames
i'll see my own deadly dance
the way my body sways
and takes you
destroying a thousand years
of half dead remains
Author Bio:
Katie Simpson is a poet and short story writer. She’s been published in the Wilderness House Literary Review and Furious Gazelle and others. She loves scarves, green tea, and digital photography. Find her online at http://twitter.com/ksimp522
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