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Flames of Pain

Under the smoke and flames, The fire roars its stoked embers As it rages, it's flames to the pain. I see flames through the smoke, Breathing down on me, such a heat To touch my skin, the burn it will leave I couldn't move, frozen, with nothing left to see. I heard myself calling for me, Calling out my name My eyes didn't blink Not for one moment As it brought these flames of pain. I rolled to my right, Off my bed, onto the floor, I went I started crawling for the door My front door was my scent. Bugsby, my cat, was in the room, As I hollered out her name The faint cry, she whines back to me I swore she was right there behind, shame. R.I.P. Bugsby, I'll miss you, always!

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