When I was a child I saw death
A glowing mass of fire
A smooth sphere of smoldering stone
I reached out and felt the warmth
Emanating from the fiery depths
Warmed my fingers in the light
I was cold
Reached out to flickering flames
Trying to feel
Time passes
I grow closer to the fire
Away from cold clammy earth
Flushed with warmth
I touch the globe of fire
Sizzling flesh
Skin heals leaving only scars
And memories of burning in flames
Yet I am still cold
So I grab hold of the fire
And I am warmed
But burned
Scars on scars
Red welts that never heal
Comforted by the light
Fire is my friend
The warmth of touch
Felt through burning skin
Far below me
A person with no eyes
Asks me how I feel
A cold body
Far away
Out of reach
I stroke the warm glowing orb beside me
And smile
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