like smoke,
your words consume the wind.
blindly reaching out–
grasping in
desperation.
like embers,
your words pulse in insecurity.
heat madly sparking–
failing to
ignite.
like ash,
your words cling to life’s dust.
what once raged, is now forgotten–
wasted fire
on
fire’s own insecurity.
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