Open Fire by Kumiko Mae

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It felt like an orphan fire
removed from my body
or at least this deadly roll 
of earth
alit a second ago
then ash
just before it would kiss me.
After that last breathe
she pulled away
like ripped skin on my toe
because carelessness
being reckless
meant more in the dead
of night, than silence.

Remember in ballet
the stretch and extending
arms of grace
long necks
pointing
flexing--
these are the images
that flashed while
the last burn
of her swung
from my lips
to my arm
where she died
Slept
remained silent
or got lost
with dust
from fireworks that stained
the darkest of nightwith promises.

- Kumiko Mae, a Beauty Blogger from the Philippines

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