FIRE

When it burns, it simmers.

When the flames call your name, entrancing you with their unending soulful dances, their bright cheer, and their unmatched heat, you have no other choice than to answer them, no? You listen, get lost in the waves and fluidity and grace of their movements and their dances. You listen for the beat that directs their dances, hoping it gives wings to your feet and light to your heart, letting you dance with them.

You watch the flames even more closely, a little step taken in direction of the heat, subconsciously seeking the warmth you lack on the inside and hoping it leaves you as properly toasted as a marshmallow.

When the flames scream your names, their popping and cracking and humming and thrumming a healthy fascination for the distended fragments of your mind and psyche, you have no other choice than to sit and listen to them, no? You watch and listen, connecting each pop to the hum that starts from deep inside your chest, the crackling matching the growling in your tummy, the humming and thrumming a steady staccato like the rhythm your heart beats at random.

You’re entranced, a little step taken in the direction of the flames, the drums in your mind beating out a tune only you hear and feel.

When the flames stream into your subconscious, their whirls and twirls a dizzying sensation disrupting and re-arranging your focus, you have no other choice than to let them get in deeper, no? You let the voices fill your head, your mind, your ears, your veins, until all that flows as your blood is their voices, loud and happy, gay, raised in song, bursting out sharply out of the recesses of their throats, matching the deep timbre that rattles around in your chest on a daily. You join them in song, raising your sonorous bass to the skies, embracing their tunes, racing to match the beat they sing to.

You’re enraptured, a little step taken further in the direction of the flames, this is beauty unmatched, a choir unbeaten, an orchestra of flames, of sounds, of rhythm, of joy, of pain, of ecstasy.

When the flames let you in, embracing you closer than you ever envisioned, lapping at your hair, your skin, your clothes like a dog eagerly welcoming its owner, you have no other choice than to submit to their loving, no? You let them bathe you in their fiery spit, burning off the bridges you tethered yourself to, erasing your tethers, releasing the tiny bonds you didn’t know were there. You are bathed in their essence, your essence melting on their tongues as they strip you of the last things holding you back from becoming one with the flames.

You’re finally where you want to be, right in the middle of the flames where nothing can touch you anymore.

And, in relief, you let it all go.

There’s finally a little time to die.

Signed:

A💜🖤