by Chantal Biggar '19
If you could hear the wildfires as they are scorching crackling embers raining trees crumble to ashes If you could see the waves which shatter barriers surround and drowning fizzling to the surface You are cold like the depths from which your waves reside above Your hands ignite a fragile leaf Burning timeworn trees along your path set ablaze You reside within a tenebrosity These ruins of your doing resulted from an impassable heart
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