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Her Beautiful World
She was brimming like glimmering coals,
a deep orange stew, near bursting ember.
Voice swoons of a 50s star, each word rolls
and flies in ignited flakes of timber.
It’s a world as bright as snowy sunlight,
as crisp as a juicy appleskin snaps.
The wet grass perfume wafts the cricket night,
the grill well-used and warm in late-night taps.
It’s a plane of match sticks, it would rise, sink
and crash, sticks flinging off with many pops.
A grand pyre, fluttering to the vast pink
sunset sky consumed into black tent tops.
She shrills her swoon in rushing, desperate drool.
A beautiful world… far too beautiful…
u/Amazing-March3500 — 13 days ago