Fever

A short poem

Photo by Jason Blackeye on Unsplash

Her world was

scarlet red

Dwelling in chaos and destruction

Burning at the slightest touch

She lived her life

indulging her most irrational thoughts

Relying on impulsion

and fierce emotion

to get her through

the harshest of realities

She spent her youth, lighting fires

to know the truths of those around her

To see if they would rise like smoke

or spread like ashes

Though, to no surprise,

it’s quite exhausting

Her self righteous way of living

Soon she will learn

that not everything must burn

or turn the color of flames

To catch the eye

or resonant within the soul

For love is not red

but blue