Fire

And it was good.

How did I land in this vibrant world, where every minute is a different color and shape? I wake up in the middle of the night, in a sea of bright orange flame. Nothing can be done. Pictures form quickly, words drop from melting lips, my skin ripples like boiling water. Your hands are the hands of God, reaching. Maybe Adam was on fire, too. Maybe Adam wo…

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