The Match

He burns himself
In the midst of the massive tornado
No one dares near
Except him
Only him
Sea water raised
Jungle down
Delicate he may be he perseveres
Rage of the wind soars
He has no power to grow strong
Nonetheless
He stands and burns himself
In the chaotic violence
For his determination
Is the best match
For this fierce queen

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The Knock

Anxiety
Restlessness
His bloodshot eyes locked on the door
Breath
Heart beat
Hold them for the great anticipation
He asked
He begged
It might come at any second
Knock-knock
No this can’t be it
No this is too good to be true
No please leave

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