Alex Hoggan

Burning house

The feel of fire

Burned flames across my skin
I cant be with you
Each print he left ignited

Trapped inside hurry

Engulfing sparks chasing me
His smell left behind
Save what little you have left

Flickers of orange
So inviting and so warm
He used to be warm
Then he became cold

Walking towards the fire

I hear a voice an angel
Stopping l search for her
But as I stare

I only see myself