The alphabet

guillotine

everything burns
but does not die
is a strange way to start a poem.
a grudge is a temporary bridge—
that lives above fear mixed with pain.
—decapitate
yourself from who you are,
let your inside fly a little.
do not tie your oil to fire
there’s little time to make next;
a grudge is a temporary bridge—
ashes or dust are its returns.

Ruddapoet