They say that
he was the water
and she was the fire.
But his riptides overcame her
and buried her flame.
She was caught in his wild storms
and tossed around like a rag doll.
She used to be fierce,
but she became soggy
and flexible like a rubber band.
He scattered her ashes
like seeds to a starving bird,
his dark eyes flashing
with a thousand storms.
He was the water
and she was the fire –
but then she grabbed ahold of the wind
and let herself be whisked away.
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Young Writers Project: 'Elemental'
YWP Media Library, artwork by Tim Searls, 16, Danville, Vermont
