Writing Challenge - Day 1

There is a fire coming.

I see it in the distance.

Feel the heat before it touches my skin.

Hear the sizzle and crackle of the flames

as they wipe out the earth before me.

The reek of burning.

They've found me.

"Judgment," "Consequence,"

Self-righteous enemies standing

on a pedestal built on the backs of sinners like me.

With a "purity" even the gods wouldn't claim.

Sinner. Liar. Witch.

The words drip from their tongues,

lashing at me like a vicious curse.

Their eyes ablaze in hate so strong,

it could've lit the match that started the fire.

They come, torches in hand.

They think the fire will be my undoing,

That I will crumble and fall.

My ashes blown away in the wind.

I say let them come.

I do not burn so easily.

My wrath, though short, is the breath of dragons.

My stance unshaken like mountain stone.

They can set the world on fire but when the flames settle,

It will be I, not them, that is left standing.

xoxo, @auroxisia_

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