Wildfire

Oh, how his flames leaped forward

to swallow the shadows

he could have melted me

but I am what he’s made of

a fallen star

a musical conundrum

the dust grips me

his natural state

a tornado of right now

a black hole of present

I didn’t want to escape it

All I wanted to find

was the why to this nothingness

-Saschia

 

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