Flames

Wallpaper peels off the walls
The carpet twists in intricate designs
The TV falls and explodes,
sending beautiful sparks into the open ceiling.
Smoke gathers and spreads,
swirling and breathing all the oxygen there is.
The lampshades make more light than ever,
the blankets are finally warm.
The piano snaps and crumbles,
it's wooden carvings on the floor.

Now we're running, running, running.
Where are we supposed to go,
when it's so cold outside?
Where are we supposed to breathe?
Where else is there?

Back home, where ashes fall.
Where dust disappears and bugs die.
Where lack of space is taken over
by flames, as high as the sky.