Through the darkness
I could taste and smell the smoke
Through the fire of the curtains
and the house in conflagration
the heat under my nails
The electricity moving through piece by piece
The wall paper incinerates
The flames illuminate the dark void
Alive through eons of pain
Eyes open reflections in embers
I hold on a child beguiled in the backdraft
Thrown by firestorm of brimstone
The gargantuan traumas
mountain agony
The fire dies down and the blackness returns
I am alive
I walk the stage
Just to test the audience's faith
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