I wonder what it feels like to burn.

To have my hair light up like miles and miles of forest

My skin to crack and break, as do lands once lush with mud and green

Did his blood boil like the sea?

Or perhaps it already had.

Evaporated so low it brought forth parts of himself not even he remembered, Burned by the sun and my rage just the same

I'm afraid to die like that

Who will I be when my screams of rage and pain and sorrow lose definition

Blurring as finely as ash on marble

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