Soak cotton balls
in kerosene rage,
loudly whisper curses.
Shove these
down the slender
smooth neck
of a bottle,
imagine instead it is
hers,
satisfied
with each
push,
each addition
to its belly.
Steady now.
Soak the rag,
slip it in the wide O
of the mouth,
corner of it sticking
out, a white flag
of surrender.
Strike the match,
listen to the
spit hiss burn
wonder
which chakra
of hers
will this burn?
All of them,
hopefully.
Touch the flame
to cloth,
watch it gobble
up light,
begging
for more.
Everything hungry
will never stop.
Hurl the mess,
quickly!
into the dark,
watch it arc
spill light
stinking of secrets,
then explode,
waves of fire
rippling out,
the high tide of
destruction
come home
at last.
Here you are:
wicked, vengeful,
watching her
smolder,
burn,
disappear
into dust
as quickly
as she
came.