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The fire in my soul
has started to die.
It shrinks down
the trellis of my ribs
like sun-burned flower petals;
wanes itself
to but a simmer
until it is
blue in the flames
Fire needs oxygen
to burn
but
it is getting harder
to breathe
around here.
My lungs thin
into icicles
frost congeals
around my chapped
lips
veins freeze over
(and so does this inferno)
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Image Source:
Cold girls huddling around flame gif (n.d.). [image] Available at:
https://gifer.com/en/27QJ [Accessed 20 Apr. 2018]
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