Can You Feel It? Poem by Kriss Bailey

Can you feel it?
The flames licking up the walls,
Smoke, black as your heart rising,
Choking the very soul from your lungs.
Here we stand,
Fire and brimstone,
Touching flesh, stripping flesh,
Each flame licks,
Its gentle tongue,
Caressing, burning.
Feel its warmth, so welcoming,
Feel its life, strangling yours,
Seething, teething, it hungers more.
Now it’s warm, caring hands,
Creep there way to your face,
A gentle heat dries your tears away,
Its seething fingers roll over your cheek,
Run down your spine,
Run down your throat,
Now those fingers, choke, and kill.
Fire, there is no greater thrill.