They were like fire.
Warm and comforting, yet dangerous and destructive.
The first lured me in with warmth I've never felt.
But as they say, "You play with fire, you get burned."
I got scorched instead.
The last, she was flickering, dying out. So I brought her back to life.
She warmed up and comforted me well.
Sadly she still flickered every once in a while.
But I turned back to the constant warmth of my true home.
I got scorched yet again, but the injury still hurts...


               I should've brought her in...