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Kiara McNeil
Poems
Apr 2012
the flame.
Long ago.
Possibly when I was eleven years old.
I lit the first match.
That light fueled the fire in my heart.
Smeared my soul with darkness.
I watched everything burn.
Burn.
Burn.
Burn.
Poetic pyroβs .
Thatβs what we called our group.
Watch the flames flicker as our art took its shape.
My first kiss was stolen as I watched the flames flicker across his face.
I watch.
I grow.
I learn.
With every building.
With every match.
My soul curls.
My soul darkens.
I burn.
Written by
Kiara McNeil
122/F/usa.
(122/F/usa.)
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