When The Flames Have Died


with each step i take,
the stairs creak a bit louder,
my legs weigh a little more.
somehow I reach the place
where the flames have died.
smoke overwhelms my nostrils,
ashes swirl in the air around me,
the room is blanketed in gray.
burnt memories hang on the walls,
silence roars in my ears,
fire has consumed all the life.
nothing dares to move besides
tears forging a path down my cheeks,
and my impossibly loud breaths.
a voice shatters my still domain,
two pairs of spark-less eyes meet,
i watch the girl who was kissed by flame,
survivor of a destructive love,
she has lost a Life of her own.

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