Lights are wrinkling
in the aftermath of
the explosion.
The brightness of
red, green, and gold
spiral horribly out of my control.
Hungry flames search for
flesh and bone.
They lick the skin
of my feet
as I run.
The icy hot tendrils
of a blazing frozen fire
try to consume me...
and yet I run.
My feet find purchase on
the slick ground,
and my breath heaves
like I am dying...
but I\'m not.
I\'m running
out of the raging inferno
and into the arms of the people
who love me.
I will run until I find my home again.