Everyday i put myself in fire
not the firewood
nothing about flames
it is an imaginary fire
that burns all day
inside my guts
when you see me i am a placid
lake
green ferns surround me
blue clouds crown my head
and butterflies hover in my own space
the fire is eternal
there is nothing charred
nothing burned
i know a friend who used to be like this
but she is gone
and lost somewhere in time
she writes a lot
and since then
finds no home.
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