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Free-verse Poem

~ Fire ~

Smoke,
Smoke so thick you could taste it at the back of your throat.
She watched in silent anguish as the fire swallowed up her home,
Her parents and siblings still inside.
She hissed as an ember landed on her arm,
Turning the skin red and raw.
But it wasn't the only thing that was red.
Blood,
Crimson against her skin as felt the tears come,
Both from sadness and pain.
She hurt, everywhere.
The fire had taken her family
And a part of her.
The heat from the fire wasn't comforting,
And she felt more hot tears roll
Down her cheeks.
They were gone,
And she had survived.
Why?
Why her?
She didn't know.
She had been outside in the backyard when it had happened,
Playing with her dolls.
She had scented something burning,
and looked to see her house had smoke,
Billowing out of holes as they made themselves visible in the walls.
She tried getting in, but the door was blocked
by something from inside.
"Mommy!" she had cried,
Right before the small explosion.
She was thrown off her feet,
Her dress catching flame.
She patted it out swiftly,
But had paid a difficult price.
Her hands,
Were black and blistered,
Seared away from the heat.
But that pain was nothing,
Compared to how she felt inside.
Her family was still inside,
And no one had come out.
She was alone as her house
Slowly melted away,
Into shambles.
Alone,
So she would be forever.
She cried as depression
Took ahold.
She sunk to her knees
And felt more tears fall.
She was scared.
She was scared, and alone.
She was scared, alone and sad.
There was nothing else she could do.
She let out a final sob than
Curled up, and fell unconscious.
Smoke inhalation.
She had stayed in the backyard
The entire time,
As the flames licked into the sky,
But had survived.
And she was
Utterly,
Alone.

~ The End ~