Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

effigy

19 February 2014

 

 

“It was a pleasure to burn … ” Fahrenheit 451 (Ray Bradbury)

 

 

I reached into the flame,

it should have burned or maimed my flesh.

Am I just cursed or blessed?

Perhaps my heart’s enmeshed in stone?

I’m different and alone,

my isolation’s grown once more.

I’m tainted to my core,

outside a closing door it seems.

No matter what I dream,

all hope, desire, and schemes will die.

I’m not afraid, but why

can’t I be purified by fire?

 

 

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