I am scared by the fire
I am scared by my self
i- whose force unknown
may drag this hand into the red
imagine how my hand sizzles
how pain maims me to nerves
skin changes turns red and rose
black ashes- in strife for gross
behaviour
in your teeth and tongues that
have scintillating orange core
and yellow tooth enamel
i find my joy
nature free relieved
of qualms and pressure
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I would like to translate this poem
This is scary, i hope i dont go in a fire, i would melt and be eaten as cheese on toast