Inside the fire I woke to the smell of smoke on the air and wind. Thick was the smell of hair, sweat and skin. The air slowly tinning and with it my will within. The bed was warm, the air so hot I couldn’t move Faint crackling from the fire Almost hypnotic the sound of its desire. To enthralled to move or fight Its warmth felt to good, maybe just one more night. My breathing heavy, my chest tight. Its getting harder to breathe with this fire’s bite. The smokes getting thicker, it cared not of my plight. The fire spreading consuming all within its embrace. My name was on its lips, no time to gain more space I should have moved, I should have put out the fire, put up a fight. It was all my fault i was caught by it’s beauty and grace. It was then i realized it was my heart caught in the fire and smoke. It was my skin i smelt on the wind that was burnt. I dare to test its passion, i feed it my soul and now its out of control. My chance to leave had been and gone, now I’m to pay the toll I feed the fire with body and soul Now as one, its the heart of the fire that I’ve truly stole.