She’s an ember that will never extinguish. A quiet heat pressed against the hollow night. I would keep her in my pocket and carry her glow through frozen corridors. She smolders like a secret, steady as the hum inside my ribs. A torch splintering beams in my laughter, casting brittle lengths of shadow, like scaffolds in the dark. The true blaze was hungry, consuming. Gnawing at thresholds until a silence takes root. She is a faint red glow writing her vows, in the ashes. The hot, patient, coals left after a wildfire. Still, she remains cool to my fingertips.
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