There are twigs snapping in between my ribs,
Branches breaking in my intestines,
As they tangle up like snakes,
My body is halfway to that of a corpse,
Bloated, ruined insides,
Leaking out onto your perfect carpet;
Sorry to ruin the occasion,
My broken mass of a body, my branches scorched,
From wildfire that left me untouched,
But burned all those around me.
This wildfire I started,
And left to burn,
And by the time I came back,
Extinguisher in hand,
Everything was smoke,
And everyone was gone.
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