Wildfires and Thunderstorms

She was wildfire

And you were the flames

She didn’t know how much

She needed to be burnt alive

Until you came

You left your mark

You opened up nerves, veins, senses

Filled them with star scattered hints and promises

Scarred her with jealousy

And then you left

And the wildfire sighed

For there was always a downpour

After a flame.

 

Written 19th August 2017.

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