the fire looks
inviting, so I run into it.
bare feet,
loose clothes,
crazy eyed.
of course it hurts.
of course
my clothes catch fire
and my
feet are burned
black.
what did I expect
with fire.
those golden flames,
those red
licks,
that warm embrace
of heat,
they were nothing,
nothing but dark whispers
and danger
trying to win
me back.
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