MORE FIRESIDE CHATTER

Your Reaction doesn’t BURN me away or fill me with FLAME. If anything it ACCELERATES the rate of our Impending INCINERATION.

Perhaps my intentions will catch like WILDFIRE and reduce you to a pile of CINDER?

Or maybe The Undesirable Desires of my Heart are marked only by a final WET blanketing the last CHOKED, Oxygen-Starved BILLOW

Of pulverized ASH; once Life, now masquerading as SMOKE?

*when FIRE is the inspiration