Frozen
There is a face in the window.
Eyes with gold fire shining in a frozen lake.
The burning started in the heart and spread like poison through the body.
I sift through the ash trying to find the instigator.
I find blackened dreams, empty pictures, and one odd stone.
The stone is hotter than the raging fire but I can touch it and not be burned. I marvel at how through all the ash it is still as pure white as snow.
The stone calms the wildfire running through the veins. The lake is no longer frozen.
It is overflowing and streams are running underneath the blazing fire.
But it wasn't a window, it was a mirror.
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