The sun shoots down and bites my skin.
Burning spreads and explodes over my entire body
Leaving it forever scarred.
Broken arms cannot give warm embraces.
Kisses don't come from bloody lips.
The explosions murder innocent hearts.
The suns of the earth are trampled
By the harsh stomps of the monsters
Created by the fire.
The fire is angry.
It turned the rich grass black
And the birds flew away.
I call to their wondrous wings
Take me back to the sun
But I'm melting to ash.
Then one bird circles back
Staring straight through the scars
And the light in her eyes is unmistakable.
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About the Creator
Serena Taylor
"I want adventure in the great wide somewhere" - Beauty and The Beast
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