Flame Urger
I'm in a forest.
I breathe in and close my eyes taking in hte serene aromatics of the wilderness around me.
A twig cracks and my eyes snap open.
Frantically looking around in a haze of bright reds, oranges, and yellows engulf everything in sight.
Darting, chasing, screaming...the smell of burning wood, leaves, and Nature burning and marking my memory.
Ashes in my auburn-colored hair, my world!
Where has my world gone?
How could someone do this?
Oh no...it cannot be...why was it me?!
I swore I flooded those stinging embers, now I must stay in my personal burning hell.
Heat climbing through my body the hissing of flames conceal my screams,
The forest where I once stood is no more.
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