Though the fire was dead

The embers still burned 

Reigniting the flame

It jumped and sparked

Morphing from something pleasant to dangerous

It spread

Seeking fuel to fuel its existence

It persisted

But was extinguished in its tracks

There really was no way of going back

Burning a hole 8 inches wide

It festered

Almost destroying my life, whole

As my eyes laid shut

Smoke filled the air

I gasped at the sight of the the evidence

Stumbling at what could have been