FREE VERSE Poem: Stove, by Bailey Barrett

I placed my hand on the red hot eye,
eye to eye as you stab me in the back.
Back before the memories were all that stayed;
stayed with you while you were in pain.
Pain flowing through the space between,
between the lies that you told.
Told myself to pull away.

A way to be free is all I need,
Need to pull my hand from the burning.
Burning down all that was left,
Left me addicted to the feeling you cause;
Cause me to lose myself in time,
Time spent wasted your words.
Words screaming to fill a void.

Avoid the blaze with my hand now,
Now living with not even your face.
Face the world where you could never remain;
Remain scarred from the ache in my heart.
Heart on my sleeve as grieve,
Grieve the friendship that was never clean.
Clean the stove with no heat.

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