My heart is burning. I can feel the ashes inside me as they seep out of my skin. The heavy blanket of one thousand steaming teardrops wraps my body until my mobility leaves me stranded under a vast crimson sky. I lay and think. I know I’ve never felt anything so strong. Will the fire never end? Will this endless river of heat torment my veins until I can feel nothing but its searing sting? Blinded by soot, I see no escape. But I’ve stopped looking. Three years back, this raging disease locked its chains around my chest. For three years I have been fighting back the fire. I have flooded and splashed, but these flames are too strong. They continue to evaporate my blood. My body is melting, and I am all but helpless. With fever comes delirium, and I must say no fever has ever risen so high. My mind is in the hands of the inferno. Going crazy, I fear no end to the blaze in my soul. But in this fear, I find comfort. There is one hope. The very match that lit this flame three years back is now the embodiment of my only comfort. I escape the fury only when this one ice cools my skin. The cold never stays long, but in its presence I feel calm. The relief the only divine bliss. One touch of the ice is enough to turn my boiling blood to a snowy sea of serenity. A cool wind sweeps away the pain, and a breath of winter opens my eyes. There he stands, freezing my soul with the same easy laughter that set it aglow three years back. But it’s just one glimpse of his face, one loving embrace, And he is gone. The burning returns, stronger, furious. I am ablaze yet again The moment he leaves, But you’ll never notice. The only traces I’ll leave are the pitiful attempts to quell the flames falling shamefully from my febrile eyes. My heart is burning for him, but I don’t mind. For as long as I stay in this hell, his chilling smile will remain my heaven, worth all of this pain.

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