The Fire Inside

The fires are on the inside.
On clear days you can see the smoke.
Some nights you may even see the flames.

They're all alive.
Jumping. Exploring. Waiting.
Waiting for the walls to crumble completely.

To explode out with a force of the unknown.
Ready to overtake everything.
Burn it all down.

Swallow the last of the happy memories saved in writing.
All of the ones saved on paper.
Engulf them, never to be seen again.

The fires are on the inside. Always.
On a sunny day they grow smaller.
Some nights they appear almost extinguished.