Running
She held on to the railing.
Hot metal burned her skin.
She recognized some of the others running in every direction.
They were running through the flames.
Sparks floated in the sky.
The hot air burned her lungs.
She ran.
She ran through the fire,
with a resolve she never knew she had,
and she lived.
Copyright © Julia A Keirns | Year Posted 2020
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