Ravaging Memory

The fire burns.
It rages and roars.

It will consume all;
leaving no survivor.

It eats away at everything.
Quietly ravaging against
the walls protecting her.

It will not stop.
Not until it has swallowed up
every inch of her soul.
Not until it has captured
her heart.
Not until it has invaded
her thoughts.

The fire feels drops of water,
slowly trickling down its scorched body.

The fire burns faster.
It rages and roars,
no longer stopping
to catch its breath.

It must race against the water.
It must wreak even more havoc.

It reaches her soul.
But is quickly put out.
It moves to her soul,
and fails to capture it.
Finally, it tries her thoughts.
Seductively moving so the flames
can invade her.

The water sees the invasion,
and douses the fire.

All that is left is
the memory of the flames
licking her skin.