The Elements of Her: Fire
She burst into the world like a firecracker, lighting up the night like the 4th of July.
Small as she was, her flame never dimmed. It danced, it sparkled, it would occasionally flicker when the conditions turned cruel.
She moved through life in a controlled burn—keeping things measured, careful to not become the wildfire they feared.
Some weaponized her flame, lighting the fuse and aiming her heat at ghosts of their own making.
Others knew that she could be dangerous but also divine. A visible glow in the darkest hours, lighting the way for those who needed it most.
She will always be the light in the darkness. And when necessary, her blaze devours the oxygen and keeps raging.
They still call her guarded like the eternal flame, but she smiles slyly knowing they could never blow her out.
Author’s Note: This piece belongs to a four-part series, The Elements of Her.
