The blaze is everywhere
arms flailing about
terrified for flight
reach out to the resonance.
Adapt to the sun
scream overload;
wait for the scorched pit
low in balm, stay engulfed.
I flew out the splintered door
the past bleeds on the floor
here come the monster;
I woke up, locked down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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