So…I've been writing a lot of PJO/HoO freeverse. A lot. And I asked my friend on Fanfiction if I should post some of it, and she said yes, so…here goes. This is an untitled poem about Leo Valdez.
The flames
lick your hand like a dog.
It kind of tickles
but it doesn't burn.
It doesn't burn like the
fire
that ate at the walls of your home,
ate at your mother's flesh.
It doesn't burn like the
fire
that made your Aunt Rosa scream,
diablo, devil,
and shut you out, lock the door.
It doesn't burn like the
fire
that you feared would make you an
outcast
in the only place that could keep you safe.
It doesn't burn like the
fire
that claws at your heart,
every time something burns
because of you.
Wow. Okay. I hope hope hope you liked it, because it's a lot more personal than the prank war story. I have more, so please let me know if you want more. Let's keep all criticism positive, no flames please. My name is Blackberry Explosion, have a great day!