incinerating memories

[parforthecourse]

I can see the curling dragon of
smoke
weave his story of smouldering sadness in the midnight sky
Painting perfect pictures, pathetic portraits of
pitiful facial features,
deceptive relfection,
derelict introspection
creates a hazy outline of something twisted and unfamiliar
Stranger to my fingertips, this hardened
stare stares back through me
This glare is cutting
And
drops
down, towards ivory porcelain, watching as the
crimson spatter paints a picture
a pathetic portrait
of a curdling soul
and a rotting heart.