a whisper of words

it's a metaphor, you see.


17. mei




mei, she was a fire. she burned so brightly that you could never miss her. you never lost her in the dark because she was the one guiding you. she was red and orange and yellow. and she was hot. she kept you warm when you were so cold inside that your heart stopped beating. but then she'd hug you and the ice would melt and you'd be able to breathe again. maybe she was dangerous but you liked that. you loved playing with fire. her flame could never be put out. she was the spark that set off the fireworks, and you found that beautiful.

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