Firestarter

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She sets fires
With the routine ease
Of setting tables for supper.
Disrupting lives with complete disregard
For those she’s hurting.

She’s hurting,
But covinced she’s doing everything right;
Can’t see the forest
Or the trees
Just the fire,
And knows
It’s not her fault.

It’s never her fault.

Loneliness
And the distance she creates
Drive her to wounding
Herself
And others.

I just wish
She didn’t make it so hard
Not to hate her.

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About Z.

Poetic pipe and cigar enthusiast rifling through the haunted memories of a not so distant past while openly wrestling with faith and God. A rambling writer with the misguided notion that he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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