Days, months, years passed as the spark inside her grew into a ravenous and raging fire that consumed her every waking moment, drinking her oxygen from her lungs, crippling her body, and filling her mind with smoke. She burned, and everyone knew it. But they all agreed, “There is nothing you can do for someone once they ignite”. She was alone in her destruction. The fire had made her broken ashes in the wind, a girl who should have been saved, a girl who could have been saved.
Spontaneous Combustion.
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Reminds me of a story I read in Zoetrope, A Case Studies in Ascension. About people that ascend literally. I’m still figuring out the figuratively of the story. But it is excellent… I ignited back in 2013. I’m all black and blank now…
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I like your blog.. Its so different and interesting. Love the drawings keep up the good work!!💕👍💕👍💕
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Very intense. Some people do “burn up,” don’t they. Too passionate for our world. Loved it.
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Thanks for visiting my blog, Dear Sylvia, you write so well! And your sketches are stunning! I hope you contribute to my blog sometime too 🙂
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Interesting consolidation of writing and art. I like your stuff.
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Another beautiful work of written and visual art by you.
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Hey there, first off – thanks for the follow!
and secondly, thanks for letting me find you!!!!
I like this post, reminds me of my own style. Sort of confessional, personal. Very good and enjoyable to read.
See you around
HG
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Hi and thank you for visiting and following the Art Prescription. I like the way you think and draw. I will follow along with you as well. Cheers, Beverly Dyer
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