This is a poem, the idea to which first conceived to me amidst the pandemic. It encompasses my feeling as a teen during that period. I would love to know what you think about it......
The fire, with its clear yellow hue,
Poked me in the eye.
As those warm crackles of sparks whispered in a brew,
I sniffed upon the brown flames and left a deep sigh.
Sitting upon the web of weaved nails,
I felt the flares dimming my shade.
Looking away from my peeled scales, I cried in a wail.
The spewing magma burned into me just like a blade.
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