Ember

I’m burned. 

You were my Ember.

Flickering, hush.

Waiting to roar

My fire. 

You forgot to wait.

I should be hot.

Searing you.

Leaving my mark.

You were first.

I’m just humid now.

You stick with sweat.

So, extinguish.

Turn to ash and be

Nothing, Ember. 

Reviews

[Kyla H]

Your work has a very nice flow to it, I love how you compare things to a roaring fire and its pile of aftermath. Nicely done.