Incandescence

Embers glow too dull to see
And yet the fire still smoulders,
Drip-fed fuel of hurtful words
While seeming to grow colder.

Now the kindling’s stacked so high
It’s balanced on a knife-edge,
Fatal breath of oxygen
Explodes it in violent rage.

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