wildfires
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Black specs of ash
Trickle down upon me.
As I breathe in
The air is heavy.
I blink
with stinging eyes
and look above to witness
a blazing sky.
Grey overcast
The whispers of secrets
Tucked away they lie
Seemingly quiet as crickets
Yet as boisterous as the sky
Bending down to touch the earth
Out of the withered hands of an ungodly nook
Snickering and cackling
Its sparks are laughing
Trying to warm us
And staying lit is a must
Acting like it was having fun
It has the touch of the sun
Burning whatever it is touching
In the desert lightning strikes,
An act deadly for the dry wild fields,
Under the brush a spark ignites,
Fed by the winds it consumes all it reaches,
Steadily climbing towering trees,
It glistens,
It flutters,
and silences.
Overcome with power,
climbing the hills.
Riding like tides,
flaunting its furious reds.
It leads the way,
only to paint,
and leave a barren black.
Kissing, trembling,
Up your spine.
Licking, tasting,
Your thoughtless mind.
My eyes glow yellow
As your arms bare orange
Jaws clamp tight
As you’re no more.
Fall down in white,
