Flames of Toxic Love

Flames Of Toxic Love

Spark

A woman, yet innocent

Inexperienced in matters of love or passion,

found a man’s attraction to her exciting

Equating simple passion or lust as love,

she stoked this spark and fed it oxygen,

igniting a small flame.

At first the spark was just that,

kindling, with little red embers

promising the warmth of fire

Feeding this spark with flirtatious stirrings

it caught a small flame and began to burn

Flame

Initially, without much heat,

the organic material stirred by the attention

given to its drawing tease of a comforting warmth.

Fire caught and became constant,

quickly giving off a glowing temperateness,

building to a burning blaze

The blaze burned brighter with each passing moment

becoming white hot,

searing her as she kept the flames tinder alight

Furnace

The flames gave the appearance

of safe comfort and lasting heat,

but soon combusted into an inferno

The inferno was not safe,

but a horrifyingly dangerous conflagration,

she, the stoker of this fire,

had not anticipated

Firestorm

Now a perilous holocaust,

the fire started had no control,

was lost to the wildfire

she had fueled and created

She could only just avoid the flares

and agonizingly hazardous torridity

of the firestorm

Vertex

Depriving oxygen,

to the harmful scintillations,

and removing the torch from the kindling,

caused the pernicious fire to burn out

Slowly at first, and not quickly enough

to remove the fear of damaging devastation,

but knowingly, the target of the raging fire,

saw the end

Embers

Burning itself out, the tinder,

stopped growing and dwindled to embers

Sparks attempting to reignite,

but failing

Kindling fighting to stay lit,

only to die out in fragments

of what one was a promise

a covenant if well-being and pleasant coziness,

hiding the dangers of burning scars

it left behind

Charcoal

Infernos and embers,

are not always a ruination

of its quarry

Cinders or carbon and slag

turn to useful compost,

that will have use in future verdancy

Out of ash and potash,

come beauty beyond imagination

Rebirth of new growth,

with deeper roots and stronger limbs

Out of fire and destruction,

comes magnificently, vibrant

rejuvenation