Fire Hydrant Girl And Match Boy
the third time
she broke the bulletproof glass
i knew we needed to talk
the same glass gates
her heart’s fire alarm
BREAK GLASS IN CASE OF EMERGENCY
no significance
there could never be a flame of desire in her
prison cell room
her eyelash sprinklers are constantly flooding
damp pillows
the glass shattered into sharp shards
she slits her wrists
her own red fire
the stinging hisses
the shower head propels into your fresh wounds
now
smothered glowing coal scabs
your broken fire alarm
heart
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