Maria Edmonds
Fire
Destructive burning me down
I hold my own hand through the fire
in search of the firebreak that delivers from evil
Instead
I fell in the firebox in cower
Trapped under the fingernails stretched out
from the devil’s hands
Screaming with no sound
Clawing with no nails
Clinching with no teeth
Clinging with no tightly strong emotions
The firewall presents the dead end
Dressed with the illusion of deliverance
Evil sits and taunts
mocks and insults
with the fingerbowl contents > deliverance
I keep falling in cower
Tangles in flames
Sterilized
No tight strong emotionless
Dressed and on display
Suffocated in tangled flames
Clawing through the cower
To believe
Evil dilutes tangled flames to deliverance
Inadequate supply dictating
Pointless hands of mine I hold
Occupied by myself
And I missed the talon
I fell again through tangled flames
I missed the ride to deliverance
Deliver me, Deliver me from evil