FIRE IN A LOCKED ROOM

I didn't die that night but god, it felt like I did.
Something inside me, soft and quiet, was crushed the moment you shoved me against the wall,
Your clenched fists hitting my body, Making me feel even weaker, even smaller than i was

I had never seen you like that.
Anger painting your usual soft face,
Rage trembling beneath your skin,
Like something too big to hold.

I spoke your name like a lifeline,
Your name on my lips like it belonged there,
A whisper trying to pull you back
But you were already gone.
A wildfire in a locked room,
and i was the only thing left to burn.