The fire burns,
flames licking the rafters.
I stand in the inferno,
can of gasoline in my hand.
I lean into the flames,
lighting my cigarette off a picture frame.
A smile lights my face,
despite my fate.
I fueled the fire,
giving my last thoughts to you.
Watching our lives to burn to cinders,
I can only laugh.
You will come home,
despairing at your lost material possessions.
I will be laughing,
all the while the flames close in.
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