Incendiary By Skaja Evens

Dump glitter on the floor

Illusions for distractions, blinding

With pretty lights and sugary sweetness

Dreams made of clouds

Cotton candy to drift away

Could you survive on that cup of spun sugar?

In need of a fix

Of lies dressed up in flowery assurance 

Delusions to paste on a smile 

While a tiny bandage holds no hope 

Of stopping a flood

Take a book of matches to the kerosene 

Poured on our volatility

And call it passion

Countless days and nights 

Speeding, with friction, towards a collision

An implosion, tiny earthquakes

Multiplying to culminate 

With eruption 

As the spark in the black becomes the 

Fire-breathing dragons of our temperaments

Skaja Evens is a Best of the Net-nominated writer living in SE Virginia. Her work has appeared in Medusa's Kitchen, The Rye Whiskey Review, Synchronized Chaos, Mad Swirl, Spillwords Press, Ink Pantry, Blue Pepper, among others. Her first book, conscientia veritatis, from Whiskey City Press, is available on Amazon.