In Flames, Act 2: Flammability Poem by Dyhanara Rios

Take your place back on the stage!
There’s scorch marks on the floor
From our last moments of rage;
The audience is begging for more.

We went on like this for a week;
We took our vows of silence,
Turning the other cheek.
Call it a catastrophe of science;
A chemical reaction
That called for drastic action.

Most people in the audience
Were glad to see the fire rise
From my once blind eyes.
I “was blind for not seeing the truth
Of all the evils to be found in you.”
But that was their opinion,
Quoted from their review.

Some of our friends in the audience
Sat silent in their seats and started to pray
That these flames would go out someday,
And that the two of us would remain
To rebuild from the ashes.

Who knew we had so much flammability?
Watching the fire drove me to insanity;
I knew that I could escape and achieve victory
By ending this tragedy that corrupted our story.