Fire

“I was writhing on the floor ,groping the earth beneath me in an attempt to soothe the fire. 

The world around me impervious to my cries, my pleas for mercy-
I was left to burn alive . 
I grovelled in the shadows of the world till my fire died out .My will to live was fractured and my motivation sprained. 
Now I look around as the fire crawls, licking the paint off the walls .”

Shaza

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