She was fire

Heart grows cold, the fire inside burnt out

embers drifting off into the eternal night

of a soul that cries blood.

Nerves dead, unfeeling,

body treading forward, no memories to shelter in.

Then she is…she is like light.

Eyes bright, staring through the darkness inside,

Inside his cracked soul, crumbling into dust.

She sees and smiles, and says it’s okay now

On his knees, she holds him close, brings him into her.

He had nothing left inside to keep his heart warm,

but she was fire, and everything was going to be okay.

-Jason Blanchard

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