Found fuel in my anger

and burnt

like a star.

Bright but bitter.

 

Still,

it was beautiful,

to be cloaked

in fire.

 

A phoenix

for you to pluck

over and over

until ash,

then flame,

over and over

again,

and again.

 

Until I ran out,

grew volatile,

beyond control.

Singed you,

a little.

 

Realised fear,

on your face

when I broke past

your expectations.

 

Learnt burning

eats you,

from the inside

out.

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Word of the Day: Fire