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Hellfire

Personal Experiences Leading to Poetry

By Teya HooperPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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When you first came into our lives,

we didn’t realize

how important you would become.

We joked about you being part of the both

of us, so we wrote

you into our story, eager to see

where our friendship would lead.

Little did we know though

that soon you’d fall so deeply

into your own thoughts.

You’d lose yourself completely.

Almost.

You would almost

lose yourself completely.

The calls in the middle of the

night would never bother us.

And neither would the company.

What killed us indefinitely?

Your constant pain.

We could see your spirit dying.

And we were so worried your body

would be following.

You were in a burning building at this point.

and she just kept throwing gasoline.

Flinging it everywhere. She didn’t want you to breathe.

But we did.

We were your face masks.

For a while we stayed that way,

helping you breathe through the smoke-filled day.

But finally we knew.

We needed to be the friends that saved you.

So we ran into the flames of hell,

Ready to fight for your sanity.

We didn’t know what it would entail

But we couldn’t leave you dying

anymore.

So we dragged you out of the fire

just before the building came down

A large explosion casting hellfire

into the already crimson skies.

We pulled you to safety

And you finally took a breath

of fresh air, and the life seem

to come back to you

as the death left screaming.

heartbreak
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