Flickering, out of nothingness,
There was something,
There is, smouldering.
Never having ceding thought,
I became the flint,
The spark, the fire.

1, 2, 1,…
A steady rhythm for one month,
There was another something,
Subtle, insidious, unrevealing,
A silent killer.

He was about to become the forlorn ghost,
Waning back from where it came from,
Or just becoming non-existent until
The fire ignited
Glowing bright enough
To surge him with my power.

4, 5, 6, 4,…
Still unconscious of him,
He was already stabbing me.
My felt the weight,
When the number plunged.

10, 11, 12, 15,…
The fire grew wilder,
Same to him.

20, 22, 21, 25, 16, 35, 12, 23,…
My heart was on board of a roller coaster,
My head was starting to be conquered by the killer,
Slowly, but surely,
Drying me up,
Slaughtering me from the outside-in.

60, 64, 62, 63,…
I commented, liked,
and wrote my heart out.

123, 90, 200, 150, 160, 165, 292,
Exponential, but not consistent,
I mass liked and wrote consistently,
it worked.

My brain thought,
Doing less is more,
I kept on.

160, 124, 101, 100, 106, 95, 60,
Deeper than the Davy Jones’ Locker.
I must persist,
60, 65, 64, 80, 81, 82,…


My brain was clogged with it,

It was too late,
Numbers overtook my system,
I wrote for the numbers,
Not the fire.


One comment, one post,
Changed everything.

One week,
Seen things,
I was wrong,
I must go back to where I started,
The fire.

Legends says that,
If the fire grows wilder,
So will the killer.

I must keep myself out of the killer’s radar,
Or else,
The next time I fall,
No more,
No more next time.

It is too scary, falling again.


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