Every Story

There are four sides to every story

a box of matches

each match a word

flickering off the pages;

ashes floating in the air,

from darkest secrets

inside a spacious mind

encompassing eternal pain;

this anguish bursting forth

is a sun bleeding through skin

once too thick to puncture,

now a wildfire erupting;

rain cannot cease

flames of destruction

and a mind can’t forget

what can’t be tamed

~ Bethany Anne

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