Dancing with Fire
Ending the Beautiful Deceiver
Twisting brilliant luminance,
I am in awe of your dance.
Rocking side-to-side,
slowly swaying before shashaying
into an intricate tango.
Stretching tall with lashing limbs.
Expanding on exhale.
Dipping low and flowing;
mesmerizing, in glowing molten.
Twirling, intertwining colors creating shapes
as I add more fuel.
Tended in frame.
Ferociously leading.
You feed greedily as sparks pop.
Crackling, escaping the ballroom.
Multiplying; now uncontained.
Joining a prom on dead earth.
Devastatingly melting.
No scoring- just scorching.
Illusion burned to crumbled stone.
Falling ash swirling with the wind.
It whips, chilling my once warm skin.
Threatens your very nature with her breath.
Blowing a long burst.
Dimming your light.
Just a blue pinprick left in the shadows
as my boot stomps down.
About the Creator
Nikki Torino Wagner
I know stories. After getting suspended for peddling my own magazine in grade school, I started contributing to the local paper’s weekly column. In college, I co-edited our newspaper and literary magazine, which won several awards.
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