Phoenix
I've never been afraid of fire. This is something that alarmed my father on more than one occasion. I can still feel beating I got from trying to stick my hand in a flame when I was 8.
Dad just doesn't get it. He doesn't understand. The flames call to me. I can hear my name in the crackling of the wood and the smell of the smoke is irresistible.
I never get hurt by the flames. We have an understanding. As long as I don't get burned I'll keep the flames as high as they'll go. From the ashes I'll light them anew.
To An Old Lover
I have never loved someone the way I loved you. Yes, I've been in love after you but it was nothing like the pure ecstacy I felt when I was with you. I don't know if I will ever love someone that way again. It makes me wonder if we missed our chance...I wish there wasn't so many obstacles in our way right now but at the same time I'm glad for them. There would be no heartbreak as severe as the one I'd suffer if I found out the fire between us was gone.
Roots
The roots of your soul are digging into mine. I can feel them spreading, creating a network throughout me. I can feel you taking everything to you. I don't need it as much as you do.
When we stop talking I will rip your roots out of me trying to keep as much of my soul intact as possible. I'll lose some of myself but not all and hopefully it will be enough to provide the next soul with what they need.
The River-Man
Fresh blood. The metallic tang was unmistakable. I peered around the corner to find the source and to my surprise it was a river. A river flowing with blood. The red liquid sloshed around the sides as the river came to a curve. Where did all this blood come from? Where the hell is it going?
My breath caught.
There was a man standing in the middle of the bloody mess. He was bathing in it. I stumbled back in disgust.