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Her home is being eaten alive by
The photos of her family
distance belo
w
Falling back into
as she tries to force it open
eyes locked on
of agonizing panic
through her body
the dancing lights emerging
She pushes all her might into it
around her front door
Does she smell it
the rising smoke
The welcome mat ignites utterly
whose faces seem indistinct
the inferno that is now her home
The glass cracks and shatters
turning from a gentle smoulder
A slow and subtle scent
and- is that hair
to a gout of flame
peppering her
Limping and desperate
with razor-sharp
shards
cutting her face to ribbons
and whatever strange compulsion
holds her in place
Does she hear it
the distant roaring
