Sidewalk Chalk

With a foot in fire

I burn my brigdes.

And a hand of ice

will not melt near

your arctic heart.

All the hounds of

hell’s hollow halls

cringe at your

shadow’s short cast.

I said your sins

would never sell

yet here I am

broke and bruised.

Sidewalk chalk on

the soles of your shoes.

Concrete for a foot

out of the fire.

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