a Collection of poems, by dora

i had a dream that everything burned but the house

the wicked material wouldn’t succumb to the flames

steel ceilings hung over my head

precious metals held the weight under my feet

inside, the only thing burning was me

it’s lonely in the flame so, 

if you can’t take the heat get out of your head

quick

before your hair catches fire

your crown

your glory 

wrapped in haze and the pungent smoke

my lungs refused to let air in

my breath refused to push poison out

inflammation is a tricky beast

the swelling won’t go down

my forehead is filled with lumps

knots levitating from yeast

Like a buttery pretzel in the oven with no salt because I have high blood pressure

but against my Black skin the welts aren’t visible

especially when you look in the dark with your eyes open

turn the lights on

close your eyes

sparks from the gas line created a buzz

the flames created a boom

everything had blew up in my face.