She stared as the fire nipped at her skin,
As those memories temporarily relinquished their spot within.
Flames transformed every thought to ash,
The mind and heart, ceased their clash.
Everything ceased; stood still,
Maybe not at all against their will.
Drowned in a sort of calm, She presumed.
Everything just got lost in the tune.
From the sound of the fire crackling like a whip.
To the boiling skin upon her hip.
Their screams echoing inside her head.
And now, living her dream, they ended up dead.
She wasnt afraid to burn,
The thought never made her stomach churn.
For once, she didn't have to take the blame,
She was sick of those silly games.
And her troubles all went with the burning flames.
Smoke clouded her head even more,
She still hadn't seen enough gore.
She took a step towards the flames,
Hoping never to be seen again.
With burning skin, one final grin
And a nip at her skin,
She let the flames win by stepping back in.
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recollection.
PoetryPoems written by yours truly. From points of view that aren't always my own. They're all written by me, just written about different perspectives. Please dont claim these as your own... Trigger warning: One or more of these poems contain mature co...
