This pain feels like being trapped in a burning room. You know what is happening but you can't do anything about it. You can feel the smoke filling into your lungs. You can feel the flames licking your skin. You can feel the pain but you can't scream because you know that I won't do anything. No one ever realizes the fire, even when your in class, or at a family dinner. You're too tired to scream, but that makes the flames double in size and the temperature rise. Your stomach and heart feel like burnt streaks, weighing you down. When you try to scream nobody hears you. Soon you're going to be swallowed bu the flames. Soon you're going to be the flame. Next it's off to cook another, with the deadly flame that killed you.
(Written in part by ghostywiththemosty )
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Single Cells
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Poetry about sadness, depression, anger, fear; but also about happiness, joy, and love. This is a book about how one of your cells can change yours and somebody else's life.
