Poetry / Scorched

Scorched soul…
He keeps putting his hand into the flames.
“It won’t burn me!” He says…
The fire laughs at him.
It mocks him. He cannot pull away.

Nothing left of his mortal body…
The nerves…
The flesh…
All ashes.

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January 30, 2006

allthingsconsidered

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allthingsconsidered reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

i like the line “it mocks him” but when you refer to his mortal body, i expect you to refer to his not-mortal body, we’ll say. overall i like it, a little sparse on the details but good nonetheless. happy writing!

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