• Gasoline runs cold,
    The putrid fumes getting me higher and higher.
    The fire red container now light as a feather.

    The Christmas bear, now drowning.
    Photos of you, and me lay submerged,
    In a blue cylinder.

    With a single spark,
    From my tear.
    It all burns away.

    Every laugh.
    Every kiss.

    With
    no
    remorse