A Spark.

This is by far the longest poem I've ever written. I hope you guys like it! :-)

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1. A Spark.

It all starts with a gentle hiss
like a snake slithering in the grass,
like the sigh when you slip into a slumber.
Then the hiss, quiet as it is,
collides with an instant spark,
and everything ignites, the flames consuming.

 

Little Lucy and her lucid dreaming
scared her mother half to death
when she spoke in her sleep one night,
her eyes wide open, but still she slept,
clutching at her tearing teddy, mouth
open as she dreamt of spires and smoke.
She spent her days alone,
talking to herself and her ghosts alike
as they whisper silly secrets that
only Lucy could hear.
Her mother spoke to a “professional”
who told her Lucy was a normal girl,
there were no mental health issues
because
they were only a child’s daydreams.

 

It all starts with a gentle hiss
like a snake slithering in the grass,
like the sigh when you slip into a slumber.
Then the hiss, quiet as it is,
collides with an instant spark,
and everything ignites, the flames consuming.

 

Stupid Sam lived with his daddy,
his mummy died before his first steps.
He took to walking away a lot
and eating very, very little.
As he grew, his body shrunk,
his dad never noticed; he was always drunk,
so Sammy cried and beat up walls
but the walls bit back harder,
biting his knuckles with concrete teeth.
The monsters in the ugly cave
of his hollowed howling mind
tortured him at every twist and turn.
He wanted help, but he never asked,
which was
Samuel’s ultimate demise.

 

It all starts with a gentle hiss
like a snake slithering in the grass,
like the sigh when you slip into a slumber.
Then the hiss, quiet as it is,
collides with an instant spark,
and everything ignites, the flames consuming.

 

Lucy looked solemn in her uniform
dressed for her first day of school.
She had no friends, people were cruel
because she was skinny and pale.
A boy sat in the corner, all alone,
and he stared at the floor.
Lucy wrongly thought he was in tears,
so she befriended the skinny boy.
They became close; they felt happy
for the first time in their lives
which held
the most meaning in their minds.

 

It all starts with a gentle hiss
like a snake slithering in the grass,
like the sigh when you slip into a slumber.
Then the hiss, quiet as it is,
collides with an instant spark,
and everything ignites, the flames consuming.

 

Lucy and Sam grew up together
and comforted each other in sadness,
like when Lucy’s mother passed away
and left her an orphan at 14,
or when Sam was dragged away
to a brightened hospital.
They tested him at the age of ten,
and again at fifteen, their concern
for his mental health ruled over them.
They created a world in their minds
where they
could live alone, with no one else.

 

It all starts with a gentle hiss
like a snake slithering in the grass,
like the sigh when you slip into a slumber.
Then the hiss, quiet as it is,
collides with an instant spark,
and everything ignites, the flames consuming.

 

One evening Lucy came home in tears,
for the bullies had taunted her again.
They were slim; she was skin and bone,
paper thin and taut over marrow
that rattled when she walked.
So Sam hatched a plan to
seek revenge on the horrible girls
for causing his Lucy so much pain.
He held her as she pulled her hair
and punched and scratched at her legs.
He swore
that he would help her, or make them pay.

 

It all starts with a gentle hiss
like a snake slithering in the grass,
like the sigh when you slip into a slumber.
Then the hiss, quiet as it is,
collides with an instant spark,
and everything ignites, the flames consuming.

 

It was night, it was dark
as Sam and Lucy crept to the church
where Lucy’s mother slept.
As Lucy paid her quiet respects,
Sam snuck away, a knife in his hand.
He slashed at wires and
loosened a gas pipe before reaching
into his pocket and pulling out a battered lighter.
It took one spark, and then
Sam went up in flames.
‘Lucy’
he whispered as he burned.

 

It all starts with a gentle hiss
like a snake slithering in the grass,
like the sigh when you slip into a slumber.
Then the hiss, quiet as it is,
collides with an instant spark,
and everything ignites, the flames consuming. 

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