Poison

Falling out of her mouth

it rips

me and

the pieces

curl on the pavement

burning without flame

writhing as they

shrink down

into specks

of ash

swept away with

one breath

Morning Fire

Small crackling pops
quick flaming embers
dying at her touch
smoldering in the drizzle

bringing tears
to soothe charred fingers
burning flesh
even as the wind
chases her fruitless labor