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Fire Fighter

I looked at the flames behind me,
and I thought,
“No. I’ve had enough adventures for today.”
It spread like a rabid rumour,
or the proverbial wildfire,
but I was not moved,
ice cold,
with a tether right around my throat,
stop me speaking,
keep me pure.

I never needed lessons in loyalty,
just a cure for the endless apathy,
something to keep me grounded (quite literally),
so I wouldn’t fade away into my daydreams.
As I watched the world burn,
while continuing to turn,
a defiant dead thing,
I felt her fingertips,
tight around the tail of my reality,
and I decided to stay a little longer.

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