Fire, Fire.

 I woke up in the middle of the night,

There was a smell in the air,

It wasn’t quite right.

Something was bad,

I didn’t know then,

That it was being destroyed, everything I had.

My dad ran and threw me over his shoulder,

He was screaming at my mom,

“Hold her, hold her!”

It was still dark, I couldn’t see,

There had to be something wrong,

To make my family flee.

The air was different, too hot,

I wanted to be put down,

So, against my moms grip, I fought.

Outside, it was too bright,

It didn’t make any sense,

It was still night.

From my house, there was a glow,

It looked like a candle,

Or an explosion, about to blow.

Looking at my house, in my princess night gown,

Watching,

As my house burned down.