Third Degree Burns


Tear stained skin as she drives,
heading down a street all too familiar to her,
a sky striped with the silhouette of palm trees
and painted a blazing bright scarlet red.

The sharp pain of a vague memory still lingers,
Like a paper cut on her finger,
how everything she touches finds a way to sting her,
but the pain, like a melancholy melody, sings her to sleep.
She weeps.

Trapped in a dream, a desire
A passion that blazed
But burned her with the fire.
The bitter taste of tea
Scalding her tongue,
Love was the oxygen
of now deprived lungs,
Yet the flame within her heart
Has not been extinguished.

How long will it take
for her to get over
an imaginary heartbreak?
How will she heal the invisible scars
of a fire that never happened?

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