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BtVS Drabble Prompt: Burn(s)
She dances. A frantic twirl to the song she sings, about a truth only she knows the pain of. Each word is acid-dipped, sinking into the delicate flesh of those she loves.
She dances. A slow sway to the tune that fills her head, about a pain she has buried too long. Each note is barbed wire, flaying her flesh from her bones.
She dances to the magic that’s raising smoke from her feet. She’ll burn from the outside in, still frozen in the center.
Hands hold her still, douse the flames, stop the dance.
No one will burn today.
She dances. A slow sway to the tune that fills her head, about a pain she has buried too long. Each note is barbed wire, flaying her flesh from her bones.
She dances to the magic that’s raising smoke from her feet. She’ll burn from the outside in, still frozen in the center.
Hands hold her still, douse the flames, stop the dance.
No one will burn today.
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I love it.
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