Guardian angel

I woke up not being able to breathe. My breaths, quick and short. My mind was racing, trying to understand this new pain I was feeling. I was surrounded by flames, they touched my back but brought no pain. The air thickened with dense black smoke. I was surrounded by flames bigger than me, ready to swallow me and anyone else in its path.

This poem is about: 
Me

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