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
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Author:
Devorah (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2020 08:00
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