I am fire

Gina Tangelo, Guest Writer

I am black as the night when the sun goes away, full of stars that brighten me up.

I am a white lioness, searching for her next victim,

I scream danger, sirens go off all around me, warning.

I am fire. I burn down whatever is in my path.

My fire spins around the pine trees, my scent.

I play my flute around the flames; the sweet yet daring and mysterious melody embraces the flames; strengthens them.

The seven part piece comes to an end as the sand goes the the bottom of the hourglass, the only part people ever pay attention to in this society.

The night becomes the day, the norm.

I sleep through it all while laying in my flame surrounded bed.

I create the songs and melodies in my head through the sleep,

I shake the fear of snakes eating my up as a sleep and spin the thought into my creations.

I recall the memories of the good times in the night.

I embrace the flames as I sleep.

The sirens lull me to sleep.

I am fire.