flame thrower
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I saw you, throwing flames at things that shine.
You could have hit the fence and set the neighbor’s car up in smoke, instead of the dynamite
sticks I hid within my glass heart. It fragmented like a smashed bottle of vintage wine—
A silencing array of collateral damage, like a black hole swallowing fighting planets.
You adorned the beach with carnage stars, painting the sea with burgundy-gleaming brine.