heat for the pain

the heat makes the pain go away

deep on the other side of the skull

brain pounding 

tightening

with heat it cracks open

millions of stars come outside

in between the lines

the crags and cracks

steam rising

boiling off ache

the pain subsides

it doesn’t become painful to exhale

nothing deep within the nose

or as if something crawling on the back of the skull

hard to reach 

it’s dissapated

no longer sensing the tremendous pressure

as if someone closed their hands on either side above the ears

and squeezed

eye socket feels like nothing 

not like burrowing 

the heat permeates deeply

it smooths

it blankets

it releases

it quells 

it relieves

and upon regaining awareness 

consciousness 

the pain

the ache is gone

at least for a while

and it’s goid to be whole in those moments 

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embers fly into the sky

engulfed in flame

seemingly dangerous 

untouchable

burning is consuming 

radiates

like a hot furnace

you could reach out to touch it

but you would be burned

feel pain

it’s okay for you to be afraid

keep your distance 

keep back

keep it to yourself 

yellow bending orange

edged in blue

and yet hottest is invisible 

won’t feel it til it’s too late

you remember the phoenix?

what the bird does as it flies across the sky

sparks 

embers

trail off like whispers

trail of magic dust

what’s left when fire comes through

radiates out

open your eyes

and flames dance at the center

jewels that hypnotise

bring you in

before you too

are consumed by flame

discomfort 

It was a day when the girl was frustrated. She had been walking through the forest in the dry heat for what seemed like forever. Dried pine needles crunched under foot with every step. She was hot. She was tired. And a small voice inside her said you can rest whenever you want. Still she walked forward. Keep stepping. 

At some point, she found a tree that provided a thin source of cover from the heavy sun. She listened as insects wheezed and birds chirped loudly back and forth trying to find them. She didn’t know why, but a tighteness made itself more present in her throat.

She felt upset by it. A small annoyance that seemed to fill her thoughts so that it was hard to concentrate on anything else, much less the journey ahead. And she knew that to get rid of the feeling she could just drop it at any moment and suddenly she’d be back in forward movement. Propelled, as if by some unseen force. 

She stared at dust. She thought what it might look like if she had water and it was mud. She would pick it up and let it squish in her hands. Let it form. And it would feel — the texture would be soothing. 

There was no water here. It was a long ways off. She was in a place she hadn’t traveled before. She only knew vaguely what to look for. She sighed. 

Looking around, there was one thing that she decided. There was a certain kind of strange beauty in this place. Even if she wasn’t sure what to make of it. And even if she was uncomfortable.