“My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.” ― Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase
Fantastic fire furred fox,
framed from behind by fading flames,
fleeing from a curious foe we fleetingly faced each other,
for a fragment of a moment.
Its hair bristled,
a furnace of deep ember,
then it fled.