Light

DeviLove

It's creeping closer; the burning fire

It's flying high, like an airplane zooming across the sky

It's color vivid, bright and bold

 

The warm, toasty feeling

The flowing of the hot air

The surrounding, safe space

 

Like the Sun

Like a ball of acid

Like a bolt of lightning 

 

Flashing

Scorching

Boiling

Sputtering

 

Tightening, folding, then closing

It's closing, and I'm in the middle of it all

 

 

  • Author: Devorah (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2020 08:00
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 14
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