The Fire Dancer

Metaphysical quacks would have you believe that fire has divine cleansing properties. Bullshit! Fire turns stuff to ash. There’s nothing enlightening about it, you silly twat. Unless...

Katrine would sit next to me in class. She would draw faeries on the pages of my school books and whisper cosmic secrets into my ears. She painted, played guitar, got high, and even became a medical doctor. We kissed one afternoon. I loved this girl, but never really wanted to date her. In addition to her many amazing abilities, she would also play with fire. She practiced Fire Dancing, specifically long Fire Poi from the Maori culture. When she lit those wicks and got the chains twirling she wouldn't turn things into ash. Instead, she would breathe fiery life into everything and everyone she saw… She would even do the same to me.