Smoke without Fire

7th December '16

So much simmering inside,
So much.
Why doesn’t it boil over?
Someone turn the heat on. Please!

I’m not done.
Still am a bit tight.
But this urge to spill over, before I’m done?
This urge,
So much.

Let the fire be drowned.
Let it sizzle.
When the smoke rises up
It’ll become a cloud and come down as rain.
It’ll rain,
So much.

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