Fallen Matches

#AugustMoon14, Day 6:
What are the signs that you are on fire?

When I’m on fire, I am able to meet the blue in the sky with the flame in my eyes. I can run every hamster of an idea through the wheels in my head and they will go somewhere, damn it. Or else. Bulbs planted from long ago bulbs bloom with each fallen ash, and I am free again. Free to fantasize of all the red I have yet to live, of all the chaos to explore, and the devils still to chase away from the corners of the world. My world, the one that smolders and smokes still from a destruction caused not by lightning but by kindling, and there will be a day where I will roast marshmallows over the coals left behind the day they dropped the match.

The days I am on fire are the days tulips bloom the brightest.


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I wrote and illustrated my first bestseller, "The Lovely Unicorn" in the second grade and I've been terrified of success ever since. Published by ShadowTeamsNYC and represented by Lisa Hagen Books

6 thoughts on “Fallen Matches”

  1. Sara Rose says:

    It is something, isn’t it, to carve our own paths. Yours with fire and mine with water.

    1. It is liberating to finally do so.

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