My Secret

by Adastra   Aug 25, 2020

California is burning
California is burning
Like it has for the last 88 years

I'm scared of dying
I don't want to die though
So I set myself on fire!
You can do this in your garage

My secret is gasoline

It's hard to see through
The smoke but
I saw a woman and I look at her
Look at her

I think she's looking at me too
No, she doesn't really see me
She's looking at her reflection
In the oil


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  • 1 year ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Woah. This took a turn I was not expecting, and to be honest, I got chills from it.

    The tone in this is almost aloof? Or cold? The exclamation point, like you have seen so much death, it's now a parody. The cycle of death, again and again, in nature and the fear of destruction, of being a part of that. Going from watching the fires and watching the news and the commentary on that to how death plays a role in your life and those around you.

    There's almost a sardonic tone in this, then more serious toward the last few verses, and I can't gather whether that wanting to burn and burn, and not necessarily be guaranteed a death, or have some control over it. Or the illusion, this woman in the reflection, symbolizing maybe something lasting longer than death? Alive but burning, in memory, and not ever at peace? At rest? Or maybe being scared of death yet not wanting to live in a sense.

    Some unsettling images in this that held mystery and also uncertainty. Missed your poems, Adastra!

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