A/N: Hey! I know I haven't written too much this summer, but I've been insanely busy. Like today, I had to get up at five and run errands. Fun. This is my entry for the Madrigal Prompt fire. It's six different poems showing how the different Cahills think about fire. See if you can guess who is which one! (They're all super obvious!)
It stole my parents in the dead of night.
It gave Isabel satisfaction.
It stole all we had left of Grace.
It rose to my cheeks when I saw Ian.
It burst in my heart when Ian kissed me.
It tore my stomach when Ian left me to die.
It courses through my veins whenever I think of Ian.
It burns my heart whenever I think of what Ian did.
It took Irina as she sacrificed herself for us.
It warms my whole body as I sit by it with Dan,
Wondering how something so comforting to others,
Can cause so much pain to me.
I hate it.
It tears through my body,
Sending me on a natural high.
It beats down on me from above,
Making me drip with sweat.
It blocks my brain of all thought,
Bringing me an escape.
It hurts weaker others,
Making me superior.
It sends up the shot from the gun,
Starting the race I know I'll win.
It can be compared to me,
Taking down anything in its way.
It licks the air as we camp,
Giving us all a pleasant warmth.
It does so much good,
Outweighing the destruction.
I love it.
I don't care that it relates to my branch's symbol.
All it's ever done for me is harm.
The museum
Harsh horrible pain.
The hospital
Slow agonizing recovery.
Afterwards
Wretched endless headaches.
I don't want to seem selfish in my feelings,
It's harmed others too.
Ted
Exploding blinding pain.
Amy and Dan
Blazing early goodbye.
Irina
Loving family sacrifice.
There is only one possible feeling I can have for it,
I hate it.
It hurts, it harms, some think of it as bad.
It warms, it burns, with ultimate pleasure.
I choose the second, for it makes me glad.
It brings me joy that I cannot measure.
Up on the stage I sing to screaming fans,
And everywhere I go, they show their love.
With passion in their hearts, they clap their hands,
And shout that I am sent from up above.
The fans would die to get to see the Wiz.
It warms my heart to see the shawties smile.
Without them I would be kicked from the biz.
They make the difficult days seem worthwhile.
The love, it burns in them and into me.
The Wizard is the best person to be.
I love it.
It has taken many millions of lives,
Of that I am most certain.
However, there is one that it took,
That I can never forgive.
She died with honor,
But that doesn't make her death any less painful.
It tore me apart and burned my insides,
As I knew she would be meeting her flaming end.
So many things never said,
So many thoughts left unspoken.
I remember
The bowl of bibimbap that we shared.
I remember
So many millions of things about her.
What would she have remembered
About me?
If I could go back,
I would tell her.
She would know
That my heart burns for her.
I would be the one
To love her.
I would be the one
To sacrifice myself, so that she could live.
It is such a horrible thing,
Taking innocent lives far too soon.
That is why
I hate it.
Burning.
I relish it.
I remember the relish that burned.
Awesome.
Feeling the food's pleasant flame.
It burns your throat, your mouth, your stomach.
Short.
So many foods, so little time.
So many spicy delicacies left to try, how can I try them all?
Thanks.
Amy and Dan, the kiddos.
If it weren't for them, I wouldn't know about so many foods!
One.
How I feel.
I love it.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! It was Amy, any Holt, Ned, Jonah, Alistair, Nellie.
