blight
no one is coming to save me.
nothing
but sheer desolation.
burning from the inside out,
the quietest of infernos.
no other fate than to bear the blisters,
the swelling sea of fire, the ashes of my body’s disintegration.
touch me, and i will shatter without fail,
an ancient relic to be forgotten.
i am forest fire,
smoke stifles the people around me,
who flee
on a search for some kind of relief, away, from the intense heat.