the bridge we built is on fire.

energy from intense heat rises above iron support beams that warp like skin over flame,
bubbling black and red from oxidation
as the rearrangement of molecules begins to take place.
wood panels that had once rested beneath the feet of former lovers,
now groan in agony,
scorched black by the eternal hunger of fire.

glass fixtures burst forth from there lamp holdings,
dumping kerosene upon the already gluttonous flames,
howling ever louder as each lamp wilts into the inferno.
smoldering embers begin to heed gravity’s call,
tumbling toward earth within the blaze that has all but engulfed the once beloved bridge.

i sit amidst the pyre,
like a self proclaimed martyr who waits patiently in the gallows,
whistling his way to the noose.
my body rests cross legged upon a throne of sin and accelerant,
as incandescence devours the wood,
steel & stone around me.
smoke renders my sight useless,
filling my sinus with the stench of soot and ash,
as the hearth’s roar all but drowns out lost cries and last words.

the bridge we built was on fire.
& my soul said let it burn.