there is a fire
somewhere in this room
but i cannot find it
it is growing
i can feel it
it scorches the skin
but that cannot be right
i am not on fire
i don't have any matches
and yet i feel the flames
they are licking at my heart
something is burning there
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrypoetry is a vice. ➳ 2014 watty awards winner for poetry ➳ gorgeous cover by @mountainy