Fire by unknown

Fire

Newborn, fierce, a struggle of terror,
Terror pulling at its heart,
Pulling it up, pulling it out,
Reaching with hands and tongues that must die -
Oh, terror is a beautiful thing to behold,
So strong, so desperate, vibrant, life,
A force full come
That drives the weeds of its mind to cobwebbed dust floating on the air :

It must survive, consuming,
Lust for life,
A desperate reaching, driving, on and out,
Knowing if it doesn’t touch it dies -

I cannot watch it die, and feed it just enough
To keep it tamed, raw fingers grasping,
Caged -
The venom in its song would eat me in a whisper,
Pouncing like a crab or spider ...

And still it tries to lure me in,
Those many eyes glinting lies,
‘Come closer, my little one, come here –’
Cleverly done, but I am more clever,
And feed it less until it cries out for more :

Subdued, full-fed on its empty stomach,
Its terror tamed, closed in,
It holds itself now in a little heat,
Unwilling to lose its small full meal
Which is its life

And I bask now in its tamed warmth,
We have an understanding -
I feed her, she smiles, chuckles,
Bursts out small lies, loves me -

But underneath there lurks a monster
Waiting for the lies to be undone,
Waiting
To leap out

-unknown -

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