“But you. You were something different.
You kept me coming back for more.”
This fire is what sustains me. It runs through my veins like acid. It surrounds my skin and leaves nothing but steam within my bones. This fire has filled my lungs with smoke and charred all that I was. It reshaped me into something new. Something most people couldn’t handle.
But you. You were something different. Something I could touch. Something that could withstand my heat. Something that ignited me, only to stoke the flames even higher. All without ever getting burned.
You knew exactly what to do with me, and kept me coming back for more.
© Sarah Doughty
Icarus has nothing on us and never will.