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Flames
Flames,
Burning, searing,
Running through my veins.
Vile lies,
Unsuccessful tries.
Fiery hate,
Burning shame.
Here I stand, chest venting, eyes racing in shock. Among the edge, I glare into the devouring flames as the ship slowly sinks beneath the tides. Uncle, he remains next to me, his heart racing in desperate relief to see me alive. His cry, his fear I saw when he glanced into this mess. I feel small wounds burning my face and steam flowing from my scorn figure as the fire runs through my veins. Water glazes my skin as my pure, black hair drips rhythmically.
I know who did this. Yet another unsuccessful try as he let out those vile lies as they seared through his teeth. A smirk formed on his lips as he paced away from us. No one would shame him like that; no one. But he'll regret this. He won't get away with this. No more.
