I dreamed a ring of fire enclosed
us, it roared and singed but
the flames around would make us friends
and keep outsiders shut;
The bond of need, cemented tight
by the lonely girls became
A dead playground, we knew too much
and ghosts shifted the blame.
Resentful friends no longer spoke;
The fire split and cleaved through
our circle, burning clear other
paths and making new-
(written by me, unless noted on this site I am the author, any suggestions on punctuation here?)
