Flaming Fear

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More than a phobia.

Racing up the walls of her imagination.

Consuming her, consuming her family.

Moving furniture from heaters.

Crying in her bed at night,

because what if at midnight a spark ignites them all.

What if they wake up too late.

Just as the smoke is already in their lungs,

and the flames are burning their skin.

The fear is a flaming constant,

an obsession, a burning reminder.

In the morning it recedes,

but as the sun sets it lights up again.



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