13/5/2021
A fire resides within me,
a dormant wildfire that if let out, will scorch everything in sight.
Turn them to coal and then to dust,
walking through the ashes like falling snow
with the embers eager to once again light up.
Revelling in chaos, smoke in my nostrils blackening my lungs,
dancing on cinders,
singing as I watch everything crumble to pieces.
For the flames liberate the ones that will suffer no loss-
so why not celebrate the arrival of my fiery saviour?
Why not savour the devastation of everything that has held me captive?
While I ignite the fires once more, with the captors' very own gaslight.
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