The fire moves through the leafless trees without guilt or hesitation. The sense of her is everywhere. Smoke captures my thoughts in a sort of way that one would with the scent of vanilla.
It puts me right there. There in the middle of it with no recourse.
Whispers tear at my heart. Fire is the one force that overthrows us all, and she knows it.
The ocean can save us. For if it makes a move at all everyone is gone.
Will we come in second?
A piece of the fire is in all of us.
Under her control
“Try as hard as you can,” she howls in the spaces between the trees.
I will stay and fight.