The Fire

It wasn’t seen or heard

Moving swiftly hot flames licking

Only known to one

The smell of smoke unmistakable however

As it is with all fires

Reporting ahead of heat 

Body holding frame

Betraying nothing, but bone timber

Rescue unneeded, unwanted

Flames building now

Delicious awakening, searing consciousness

Thoughts vaporizing like hot gasses

Door kicked down

Fresh muscles under retardant coat

Voice calling urgently

Her laughing at his sweat

The way it trickled down his neck soaking 

The curly hairs of his chest

He lifting her as floor collapses around them

Fingernails raking his back

Eyes closed tightly in brightest heat

Then the murmur afterwards

Something about a broken alarm

Silently screaming nothing