A fire burns, low and deep, embers glowing red.
It hides behind my eyes, averted, burning holes into those who look too long.
Cool to the touch, an icy facade, the fire is mine alone.
Fire and ice, fire and ice, battle to the death beneath my skin. Burned raw, sprayed with mace.
Sweet, sweet victory.
Dre. I am. Fire and ice, burning bright. Look. See. I am setting her free.
Finally.
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The Sweet Life is being retired! The uber talented Jenn is creating a beautiful space that is much more… me. Details to come, soon!
3 replies on “On Fire”
Ohhhhh, awesome! Can’t wait to see! 😀
Congrats! Can’t wait to see it.
[…] The fire that burns inside me will not be smothered any longer. And I am tired of hiding, completely exhausted from trying to appear to be someone I’m not. […]