All Fall Down

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


It burns like a fire.

Warming the bones,

Scorching those close enough to touch.

Fueled by righteous fury and the kindling of a hurt disposition,

The bearer too enticed and justified by the flame

To realize their very soul was being reduced

To Ashes.

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