Remorseful Fire
By Libby Costa (Inspired by Fahrenheit 451)
Remorseful Fire
Destruction, smoke-filled rooms, ashy essentials burnt to flames.
Words like those are used for me daily.
If you cannot already tell the names fire.
I am the creator of both devastation and destruction.
Or I am supposed to be.
Being a fire is not as jolly as the other fires make it seem.
The rapid commotion continuously blaring like a bird singing its constant tunes.
I am a match that never stops lighting.
Day to day I do my job and ruin people’s lives.
The victims scattered around all weeping.
They all have the same response.
They always beg me not to burn them.
It’s not like I have a choice.
Being the predator is not as easy as it seems.
The other fires have no problem doing their job, so why do I?
How am I supposed to react to something being erased from life?
Do not let me remind you of the shattered family.
Whoever said being a fire is better is simply naive.
Even fires can feel remorse.
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