Fire Angel
I lay on the dining room floor, unable to move
The fire raged around me,
Devouring everything in sight
Red dust floated above my head
Stars made from fire
I heard a voice; an angel had come for me
He had no wings, his face covered in a clear mask
As he spoke, strange air sounds
Pushed his voice towards me
He lifted me from the floor
The fog vanished from my mind
I was outside the flame eating fire
Now each day I start with a cup of coffee
And a conversation with the universe
For a moment, I am transported outside of time
Touching the divine
The scars on my body no longer bother me…
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