The black ink burns like Liquid fire.
Upon the parchment, the smoulderd words could singe the tongue if spoken.
ashen letters turn the bone white paper, grey
as the edges curl to trap the single phrase in motion.
Now engraved! into the fabric of my skin
I could see the molten letters bend and sway from the heat
to form twisted meanings that I could not escape from
the maze of flames jump from the page,
trapped, I was, between the lines.
Helplessly watching the passion you had,
Escaping!
escaping from the heavy Iron pen that burned your fingers raw
until the words you wrote were finally carved into my heart
in undying embers that drowned in burning ink.
Author notes
the Idea that words can come to life and burn the heart like liquid fire if spoken by someone with a passion for words.
I have edited this by adding the punctuation is this more effective?
Comments
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A beautiful Poem, with unusual delightful imagery.
Your Idea is very interesting, and you have done it justice. I felt the heat of your diction, the passion within your message. thank you.
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wow.....
might i say the image spectacular, i have great ummm "imagination" haha..and this...well let me just saw my heart feels rather well done. 
keep writing, and take care
Stephanie ♥
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a truly wonderful write hun, you've been doing so well with these short writes!! bravo!!!
Angel
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