The flames flicker for awhile
growing only a little
until the embers grab hold
of the battered lace curtains.
The wind picks up
sending a light drizzle in through the open window.
The fire panics,
spreading chaotically
as it runs from the rain
But with the next breeze
the blaze is fueled,
strong, angry, vengeful,
swallowing my soul
turning it to ash.
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