The ground is crumbling before me but I’m still giving
Chase, engulfed
With such fire
A hole burned in my chest
And the gray sky above me
Turned scarlet from my burning pastures.
The earth tries to swallow me,
But only my roots sink deeper;
I’m going nowhere.
I won’t die on this scorched hill,
I thought,
As the flames consume me
And through the ashes,
I forgot what I was running from.
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