Words spark wildfires inside my mind and trail through the fibers of my soul.

I don’t bother to address the flames, as I know I am not equipped to handle such a blaze.

Inside I sit in the thick of it, engulfed by red and orange light that sears my happiness.

To you it’s mere words said in a single moment of firey frustration.

But as the flames of your words lick my fragile skin I cannot see it as such.

So I sit in the middle of wildfire I cannot escape and wait until the embers die down.

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