Red & Ink

It is quite a rare occasion when something

Flares across the wasteland in my heart-

A flash of red, a flurry of movement

A flame across ice

It takes some time to put out the trail it leaves

To stifle every spark, to make the ground refreeze 

You must be cold, do as you're told

Yes, this is what you seek-

To be impervious, never weak

Tuck them all away

In a neat box, for another day

And, when it's filled

Burn the damn thing

And the old you

Will have been killed.

The End

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