Sparks that ignite a fire, sweeping the mindscape, an unstoppable force. No one can pin the source, so there is no one to blame, catch red-handed. Her thoughts commit arson, triggered by a switch she has never seen. A spiral-down blur to desolate ground. Everything gone, buried underneath soot and rubble. But she will rebuild what is lost. A phoenix rising from the ashes once again, triumphant.
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3 comments:
this is brilliant...
your brain is art.
First thought: she sounds hot.
Second thought: If she doesn't rise from the ashes, she would go down in a blaze of glory.
I can really relate to this. it brought a tear to my eye...
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