Fire Eater Karen Sadler I spend winters gulping candlelight, let the flames singe my tongue, wicks hissing in distress. My throat, coated in wax, and my lips ringed with ash, keep the frigid air out. They give my blood a fighting chance. But this warmth is fleeting so I spend nights awake, ears pricked to the scream of sirens and I run, then, starved and panting through ice-packed streets, catch the smoke in my nose and lunge. I crouch at […]
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