The acrid smoke
Marches in
One by one.
Left, Right.
Left, Right.
Weapons drawn,
Fingers on triggers
Infesting my nostrils.
It scans the battlefield
Mercilessly spreading out,
Invading new lands and
Seizing more territory.
Its first captive,
My breath,
Knocked to the ground
With the butt of a gun.
Pursuing more prisoners,
The beast is unleashed.
Its thick, rosy fur glistens and
A guttural crackle can be heard
Mounting from its throat.
Its prey,
My skin,
Bubbles under its bated breath.
Its twisted tongue
Licks at my wounds.
Over and over.
Again and again.
New scars forming
Over old ones.
The battles
Never-ending.
Please, I beg,
No more.
I extinguish you.
I can’t bear it.
Relief washes over me
As the blaze wanes.
My eyes water
Unable to adjust
To the abrupt darkness.
Now shivering
And alone,
Lost in the black.
Why did no one tell me
To burn bright?
To master it and be
On Fire.
About the Creator
Andrea Jardine
IG: @andreajardinecreates
Currently in Toronto, Canada developing my writing skills and growing an audience. Any tip or pledge given to help me pursue this endeavour is greatly appreciated. Thank you!
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