Malice - Vivian Cheah

Malice
Vivian Cheah (5 Dickens)


Predisposed
To nurture 
Faint, dying embers
Glowing apocalyptic
In this light 
Callousness and liberty
Mingle with
Gasoline. Malice. Avarice


Disinclined
To extinguish
Or even
Mildly tame
The conflagration
Rearing up, out
Of this Fahrenheit furnace I call a heart
Because, of course, that is the least I should do
But maybe
I am a little past
Caring?


Reluctant
To unleash
My tentacular hold
I stoke the fire
Feed it more
It blazes almost lovingly
Beneath my palm
I let my skin blister, let it
Kiss and caress
Like a loyal pet
I find it esurient
Curious, even
For more than its given
Trifecta
Of pleasures


Gasoline. Malice. Avarice.
Blood?
Easier
To succumb
Than to pretend that
I do encounter
The slightest chink
Of guilt at
Your blackened pits and sores
Of flesh and soul
When you get
Too close and too vexatious
For my liking

Gasoline, malice, avarice and blood
A dark medley of sorts
For a black congregation
I'd love
To watch you
Burn.