Pure fear in his eyes,
pure unadulterated terror,
put there by me.
I was the source of that,
I was the cause.
He took one look at me
and he was horrified.
And god,
was I proud!
There was that burning sensation in my lower back,
that familiar fire that immediately made me stand up straight.
It started in my back,
and it shows in my face,
especially in my eyes.
And god help you
if I decide to open my mouth and speak!
Maybe one day it will consume me,
but until then
I do enjoy watching the flicker of the flames.
It reflects on their faces,
it lights up that look of fear,
and they jump back instinctively
so they won't get burned.
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PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
