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Flames fiercely floating

Flames dancing in the dark

Flickering fleeting 

Wood whispers, crackles in pain

Feeding its fiery power

My history is written,

Enclosed in the minds on those who knew me,

Twisted and fractured.

Changed by time and perspective,

Stored in the records of the country,

I’m moving.

I’ve found a little place in the Past,

It’s not much but I think it’s quite lovely, very dear,

And things aren’t working out Here,

So I’m settling for memories.

It’s temporary, I know,

Blood

Hands

I look around

How did I

Get here

No

How did we

Get here

To this place of

Rioting

Festering

Loathing

Hatred

When I was young

Before we bonded

Bullies belittled me

And it broke my heart

Because I felt it in my bones

But now that we belong

With each other's beautifully 

Breathtaking selves

Their words don't break

Discomfort

settles

inside you

hardens

into something to avoid

churning your stomach

restraining you from finding peace.

Emotional

yet physical

tormenting you

pestering you