I am the roaring fire that warms your hearth, embers floating from the back of my throat with every crackle of my voice. Feel the heat of my words, the way they prickle at your nape, the way they threaten to burn. I am not to be ignored.
I am the warmth of a rising dawn, my presence brief yet beautiful, and when the sun settles beneath the horizon once again, I am the flames that paint the sky. To see me is to know beginnings and endings, the beauty found in birth and in death.
I am destruction, and I am necessary.
When you see me, know my name.
When you see me, run and hide.
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Mackenzie Lee
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