Martha Kincade

Demonic Deluge
 
My anger, a sea of burnt red.
 
I walk upon it
with capillary
tracings. I learn
to breathe fire.
The smoke enters me
like a pollinated hand.
My lungs ignite
turn marvel into
a flaming grimace.
Here I live,
behind a skull
of deep green.
 
I’m coming.
 

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