Blue Flames

Brokenhearted and distraught your eyes like rifles loaded and cocked enraged and disgusted with their whites blood shot You aim your gaze with the lever engaged and departed the room like the white waters rush Burnt to a crisp in an old fire pit piles of ash combust Your trust fades into night like day and slips beneath the horizon to dust Air inhaled like oxygen has failed your breath now poisonous as the iron in your blood corroded to metallic flaking fragments settled in rust Clinging to the wall is a frameless picture of a window held by no panel or pane Loosening staples fall to the ground the pieces slowly melting away soaked with desire and kerosene drowned fueling the fire to the bluest of flames