Poem

I am an abandoned burning car

In the middle of the desert

And I am on fire.

 

My engine croaks

and my body groans

as the flames warp

and disfigure me

My shape,

My colour.

 

My engine oil boils

burning like hot lava,

Plastic melts like butter

around me.

 

Flames lick at my feet

trying to drag themselves up

my raging body

to engulf me

entirely.

 

My paint peels away

so delicately almost like

a second skin.

 

And then you see

what’s really underneath.