Waves of Fire

Fire like waves--

severe passion blossoming,

crashing into the walls built around hearts,

hardened to protect the tender flesh inside,

that's

screaming,

thrashing,

aching,

dying

under the suffocating weight of the dark, brittle cast

clumsily rendered in amateur attempts to patch away pain.

Come, little one,

come to the fire;

it burns

and consumes

and bleeds away--

the gunk,

the garbage,

the caked-on goo,

the dung you mistook for a

soothing, healing salve--

everything must go.

Yes, it hurts.

You are coming to die.

Die, little one.

Die to old, live to new.

Is this phantom life worth living?

Die, little one, die to lies.

Come near to me,

come into the fire.

Come, let yourself burn.

I can't wait to see what you will become.