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Of Flowers and Wildfires

Blue, orange and red flames and sparks

I burned flowers last night.

One for each time I have chosen nice over honest.

Pretty over real. Good over raw.

One flower for each time I have shrunken my blaze

into a subtle glimmer, afraid of burning others.

I danced on the glowing embers of what I was

and set myself ablaze again with what I am.

A wildfire.

Sometimes spewing blue cathartic infernos,

sometimes spreading orange nurturing warmth,

sometimes sputtering red, rousing sparks.

Always honest.

Always real.

Always raw.

Always me.

by Sissi Mimm


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