The ‘Fectious Flame
Footfall flared, fracking the flounce fairground
Freedmen flew fire-flags, fronting the firehouse.
A Fireman faced the fleshy feast
Fitted in a flamboyant fireproof-fabric,
Flashing a flail in his fist, “I’ll fighting this fiery fucker!”
His footfall forces flame-wards
A flume fog-like fumes floated and fell
Filling familial farmland.
Flaming floundering fruit,
Flayed festering fig-trees,
The Fireman entered the fray,
His flail frisked the fumes,
Fling it forthwards.
In that fiery frenzies focal,
Fitted a figure in that fire’s fit.
Flames floundered around that feminine figure,
As flames fling from her fantom fists.
Flanking, the fireman flung his flail
Flattening her fiery face, She didn’t fret,
Her flesh fletched, foaming, forming her face.
Facing the fireman, the Fanthom freed
Her fiery fangs, frying flesh
Flowing ferociously, flaying the fair air.
The flame fetched new fuel: the firemen,
Flaking the fireproof fibers
Freeing flesh to be flamed
The flail flew a few more forthwards
Leaving finite fletchings in her fire-flesh.
The Fantom fantastical flames
Fused the fail’s fleck to the floor.
The Firemen’s flesh festered,
His fists flushed upon that fiery face,
Followed by fast footfall
He flung his fist,
Flaking the Fantom’s flames
Her flames flinching, faltering,
Failing to ‘fest the firemen.
Fuming, she freed her flames
The flames & fumes filled the farm,
Flaring fifty feet high,
Flowing like a flapping flag.
The fireman’s flesh festooned with fiery fur .
As his fists flew fantom-wards,
Fracturing her fourth fang.
Ferociously, her fangs feasted,
Fracking his foreneck.
He fired his foot,
Fracturing her femur.
The fantom fell as
Her fangs’ flayed his flesh.
A fury of fists fracked her frame,
Her fiery figure fainted and fainted,
Filed down to a fragmented flicker.
Finding her fleshy frame,
Featured on her front:
Fletched upon her flaky flesh: The Fiery Flower,
The “Flame Fetish” faction crest.
The fireman frowned “Forgive me.
“It’s not your fault. This’ll fucking hurt.”
He fetched his fused flail.
Fitting It’s flaccid fleck upon that crest,
Flaying it off,
Forever un-fated by flames.
