Day: Nov 15, 2021

My throat throws flames at the furious crowd

As you burn me at the stake like a witch.

You wear the royal jewels, you wear the crown,

They ignore that you are nothing but a snitch.

And I am your ticket out of persecution.

I hope my death will reunite your family.

The flame in your eyes was just an illusion,

I should not have bitten down that hungrily.

Still, no matter how hard you try to deny it,

I never run out of cheap tricks up my sleeve.

You might brand me as the final pariah.

You know I will linger, I will not leave.

So, I breathe in until my chest is overflowing,

Then spew the flames at the dry wood below.

They scream, but the heat is way too numbing.

I burn myself alive in the warm city glow.

-JW