Enter thee

Enter the kindling.

Wet. Heavy.

A first draft of love.

~

She needed to sacrifice something. Anything.

To meet the demands of the flames.

For she was just a guest to the element.

~

Her pen cried

silly little inky droplets

learning how to the behave on the page.

~

Rebelling against the resolution prompt,

she offered love bites

and chose to provide the whispering embers

with memories of piercing romance.

~

It consumed them in a roaring rage.

~

“Why must you defy and provoke,

You know what I’m asking for

I can only be extinguished by truth”

~

The now inferno proudly demoted

her anger into tears

and remained unsympathetic to her devastation.

It had its own agenda.

Its own craving.

~

Putting down the paper,

Understanding now what the flames coveted,

She simply breathed.

Breathed regrets.

And dreams.

Into the orange mouth.

~

Feeding on her confessions

And forging them into power,

It gifted her a comforting warmth

A safety from the dark.

~

Now she understands

Her past—consumed. Ash.

Her future—bright.