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Kerosene — A Poem About Volatility
Kash Baloch·January 26, 2022·Original
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Had my wings coated in

soaking hot oil, pouring

into the ocean of our toxic,

intoxicating love. 

A black widow without warning, 

that left a crow like me, ripped 

apart—wide open; you took your 

knife and drove it deeper into 

my skin.

Gore like this has my soul 

disturbed, your violence arrived

like hair-raising notes played on

untuned violins. 

A massive attack that made me 

wish I could turn back; a love so 

unkind I sought to rewind time.

Your kerosene-stained caresses 

kept me careening, like a car crash

waiting, because its brakes are failing. 

Barbwired kisses that left my lips bleeding. 

Keep your misery the next time you decide 

to break a poor man just because you can. 

Before you commit another carnal crime, 

hold onto your lies, before you waste 

another life.

“knife and drove it deeper into”

— Kerosene — A Poem About Volatility

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