Me From My Words

What I write when I'm someone else. What I think when I'm me. Short stories. Poetry. Random insights. And other stuff.

Monday, March 10, 2003

A flame
Licking, searing
Itself into nonexistence
Quietly
(As though hungry)
Consumes all it touches
Destroying its salvation
A feather
Tugging, pulling
Itself upward
Gently
(In no hurry)
Floats to the ground
Defying gravity