A Fire That Takes Without Asking

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It burns from the inside out.
Slow. Unforgiving.
A heat that isn’t warmth,
a fire that takes without asking.

The body doesn’t forget,
it holds, it lingers,
presses its weight into the bones,
slipping between the ribs,
curling in the hollow of a throat
that forgot how to scream.

I let it in.
I let it stay.
Let it run its fingers along my skin
like it belongs there.

But it doesn’t.
I am too tired to tell it to leave.

The silence breathes, heavy, expectant.
It waits for something,
but I have nothing left to give.

Just this burn.
This slow, aching ruin.
This fire with no name,
no face,
no mercy.

I carry it like I asked for it.
Like I earned it.
But the truth is, I want none of it. 

It burns from the inside out.

Samira Wyld © 2026

Thank you for reading another post from Shadows And Midnight Screams where we delve into the world of shadows, desire, and untamed expression. My illustrated collection of poetry ‘Twenty Past Midnight’ is now available as a paperback and you can find out more about that here.

And until next time…
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