Fire
Sparks. Rekindling the embers of her long-stilled heart.
Stirring.
Heat.
A dry whooshing heat, covered her in a whirl of silence,
roaring in her ears.
Electricity.
Sizzling to the touch, zapping energy that sparkles across skin.
A sudden gust of wind.
and the flames seem to bend
before
I feel my heart crumple and fold,
like a ball of paper set on fire.
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