Last week I tricked a close friend into believing I was an arson at age 8. That I accidentally burnt down a church basement because I was inspired by the burning bush. Now I send her arsonist subject poetry; I’m pretty sure she’s caught on to my bullshit. haha
Pernicious thoughts stormed his head.
Empty buildings, all unkept.
Imagine if they all came down
with scorching flames to clean the mess.