World On Fire

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


I set fire to the world

With a single match.

Call me a pyromaniac,

But call me a high-functioning one;

I could’ve used the whole box.

The fire was not a very big one,

Much to my disappointment.

Small and quick burning,

But then again,

The contents were highly flammable.

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