Fire

Prose by adelinefecker

He was one of those people.

The wild kind.

The kind that seemed too big for his body.

The kind that never stopped burning and burning.

I thought I liked fire

I liked feeling warm and alive with him because it was so hard to feel those things alone.

I still smell his smoke on me.

A reminder of everything that we lost when we decided to mix.

Fire and ice.

We were an eruption of unnatural elements, never meant to touch. How could I fall in love with fire?

How could I let him melt me down

Until there was nothing left of me

Until there was only fire.

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