bad boys grow stronger

a splinter of flame

hanging out of your pupils

sending electric pulses through my body

like a piece of gravity weighting on my bones

pressing the tips of my fingers

egging me to burn it

until the grass catches fire

and the ashes

and the embers

are but a fragment of the fire

worthless char for the worms to eat

the earth will become fertile

with the flames you passed

the grass blooming into bed of meadows

my heart in my stomach at the thought

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