spitting fire
she dropped to the bus seat
surprised the driver stopped
and opened the door
let her enter
the crowded public transportation
covered as she was in flames

no one even gave her
or her inferno
a second glance
she was ready if they did
sharp retort loaded
all she needed was an aim
someone to set ablaze

how could they not see
she was a pyre
cloaked in grey business drab
gripping a paper cup
purse slung like a bandoleer
stiletto heels a calculation
her life completely flammable


Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo Day 6


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