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One part earth, taken from the highest mountain peak, heat in the center of a fiery volcano, reserve one part blue flame, set aside.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
fresh wounds became scars, new candles burned down the wick- self-extinguished flame. primordial tide, clung and receded, moon-flung,
earthen brown eyes, your disguise; then, set ablaze in amber by the sun.
burn the chaff of life and what is left? pure fire leaves a golden remnant.
Life’s great illusion is that you are secure-a thing to be trusted.
Ankle-deep in the fish’s air, made a wish, and watched the sea take it.
whisper on the wind crescendoed to harsh echo; “why me, why this, why?”
“trial by fire” was a polite way of saying, “if you fail, you die.”
how long did we stay like that, cocooned in silence and flame-warmed shadows? // what spell was fire-cast, to make us watch as logs were
true chefs’ hands don’t feel the oven’s flame. my hands, numb but no works of art.
didn’t wanna play. you swore it would be fun; held me under too long.
some bridges deserve the flames-wouldn’t want my foes able to reach me.
