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[smallscale_mind_games]

NOTE: What's this?! More weird poetry from Merry? That's right! I hope you like it. Critique is accepted and welcomed, as I think it could use, perhaps, a bit of help.

 

There's a fire in my mouth

There's a fire on my tongue

And I'm fighting with your insides

In a war I know I've won

 

There's a fire in the market

There's a fire in the street

And my hands are grasping flames

When I think I've got you beat

 

There's a fire on the curtains

There's a fire on the stairs

I'll subdue the lying smile

That everybody wears

 

There's a fire in your insides

There's a fire in your smile

If I tie you tight enough

You'll stay here for a while

 

They're screaming "Fire!" in the market

And "Fire!" in the street

They're choking on the smoke

And blistering with heat

 

"Fire on the curtains!"

And "Fire on the stairs!"

I've shut down the lying smile

That everybody wears

[Falcon2001]

Excellent use of repetition, though I admit to being mildly confused as to the perspective that the poem is being written from.

 

I guess I'm just not as good at reading them thar things as I used to. *scratches his white beard and peers through spectacles*