The Wildfire

Your voice hit me
like a bolt of lightning,
forcing the blood through my veins
for what felt like
the first time.

That lightning
turned to fire fast.

Flickering.

We held each other
for the warmth,
but soon
were spitting our words
like beads of gasoline.

Out of control.

I stayed to fight
and watched as you ran.
Did you feel anything at all?

We went down in flames,
but I’m the only one with burns.


(Poetry assignment for Writing 2211F)

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