Rekindled.
Startling warmth beneath me
scorched a frozen chest.
My breath was chilled,
Cold like my mothers words.
Fingertips like flames,
Burning, exhilarating.
My armor of ice was melting,
Dripping down my back.
Red lines are branded,
Marking the end
Until we become rekindled.
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