Forest Fire
Liquid
gold penetrates emerald seas
and
swirls around chocolate statues.
Slicing
its way through painted canvases,
it
catches the slightest pigment of color,
and
extinguishes the vibrant hues of life
in
one explosion of crimson sparklers.
Bobbing
and dipping to the rhythms of the silent whisperer,
it
whips through opaque skies; disintegrating
the jewels of heaven,
and
squeezes the souls of gumdrops and blooms
until
they shatter.
Scraping
and clawing it inhales the sands of time,
spews out carbon dioxide,
and evaporates the last breath
of
each passing victim.
Gliding
and slithering on arid grains of sugar,
it
carves a channel with scalding fingers; uprooting
quivering stragglers,
and
obstructing the silvery gateways of liberty
that
loom behind billows of ebony.
Twisting
and turning,
it
accelerates on parched tenderness,
snagging
onto feeble arms outstretched,
erupting
helter scelter,
zipping
through masses of grandeur,
snaking
through slender passageways,
churning
up luscious spotlights,
and
stamping,
its
kiss of death,
in
all directions,
leaving
nothing but a trail of desolation.
It
does not turn back,
it
does not stop,
there
is no escape…
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