Spark of Desire
Fire is my life, my power, my freedom.Ice is my opposite; ice is my weakness, my poison, my prison.I am fire, and he is ice.He hurt me, and I am vulnerable.Because of him, I am weak.Oh, no, I won't yearn for his pain, pray for his end, plead for his suffering. I don't want him dead.Not if I'm not the one to finish him off, anyway...…