This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of personal poetry and raw reflections.
Here, I wonder whether words alone could ever set someone on fire, or at least, leave a little ghost behind
A little magic. A little haunting.
(Authors Note Here)

2. a Fire was lit in her heart

And I wish

That my poetry was a flammable fluid

With words spilling from my fingertips,

The smell of petroleum,

The light of a match

Set his world on fire

Poetry on the Margins #2 Afterglow

I wonder, if words alone could ever set someone on fire.

Think —
someone pisses you off and all you say is one, simple, word
and they turn to ashes.

Splendid… huh?

Well, that maybe is not what I meant.
Entirely.

More so,
I was hoping for a little sprinkle of magic this piece could evoke —
perhaps, even gently, tug on the heartstrings?
Perhaps haunt someone?

To be honest,
I certainly would love to haunt a person.

Note to self:
When I die,
haunt a person.

Misplace something,
to mildly inconvenience them.
Or something.

Links to more of my work:

If you like reading an emotionally packed short story here you can find multiple of them: Six-Sentence Stories, Short Stories, Romance and All That, Dead Poet

And a brand new addition to my poetry tab: On the margins of the First Draft

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