Bathed in Kerosene

Set aflame
Screeching, we run
Flames consuming the soul
Falling into the abyss above the skies

Kerosene dripping from the brow
Pouring out from broken veins
The volatile liquid drowning in us

One single match is all but needed
To set us ablaze
To send us spiraling out of control
Running endlessly lest we burn out and die

Walls covered in blood
Our blood runs as smooth as kerosene
Coating the room with an oily slick
Flight is useless now

It crawls closer to us
Slowly filling the room
Huddling closer only delays the inevitable


We are floating



We are drowning



We are dead




Bathed in kerosene








Someone, light a match