01: August 2014 #02 - Fire Child
Authored by Rayna Brown #1
by Rayna Brown
I remember as a child you liked to dance before the fire. Pumping your fists through smoke grey & white tinged clouds. Unfettered in the dusk the smell caught in your skin, your clothes, your eyelashes. You used to dance brawl in it hurling your body in & out molding shapes with your fingertips solidifying them with your breath. The sweet scent of flames licking wood you used to tell me you smelled it later on your clothes, taste it on the tip of your tongue ashes in your eyebrows, the tips of your eyelashes. You once told me that at the innermost point of your body there was only fire & smoke a massive fire pit the heat spiraling upwards, so furiously that your heart was eternally burning an open wound cooked & reheated scabs on top of scabs. I didn't know what to say to that. I still don't. You were so young, we both were. Standing there before the dying embers your face covered in ash only your lips, clean to taste the burn, you whispered to me, to fuel the fire.