Circle of Fire
In the middle stands me, burning from within
Right by my side is you, overwhelmed with flame, destroyed
The others spread out amongst the circle
Burned to near nothing, third degree, second, first
Some thought far enough to be safe yet still lit up by incendiary sparks
Some merely licked by the tendrils
Some only close enough to feel the fire’s warmth
The rage that burned inside me has been quenched for years
But the ash still remains