Phrases on Fire
by Ali Grimshaw

Now I sit inside heated regret
what I wish I would have said
rapid words that flew off my tongue
like butterflies leaving my mouth
beautiful at first sight, fluttering
toward you. With closer inspection
upon landing, were really illegal
firecrackers of burnt red destruction
flames that left you singed speechless
while I coughed on my smoking impulsivity.

 

 

About the Poet:  Ali Grimshaw blogs at https://flashlightbatteries.blog/