Gasoline

Cithara Patra

I can’t prepare for tomorrow
I can’t see my future
in this world covered in gasoline
coated and stinking, I’m dreading the day
when matches fall into the wrong hands
and an overgrown toddler will light them
and throw them in one place,
the only place where no one
is giving the big baby adoration and attention

he’ll throw more gas onto the flames
let them cry and die as he burns through his allies
he’ll torch every bridge and break bonds
even with those throwing their dignity away
the same ones who trusted him
will dance across embers for him, ignoring the pain
they stay loyal to him as he pours gasoline
over their burning bodies and lets them burn
for causes no one understands

And the worst part is while he burns them,
he’ll burn me simply for being in his way
and for being everything he’ll never be

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Cithara Patra
Cithara Patra currently lives in NC with their family. They spend much of their time writing and studying languages. They’re also a big fan of things from the ocean, dachshunds, and making brand new meals. In their spare time, they travel and check out brand new places to eat.