The Fire

I am the spark,
Bright light in the dark.

He is the petrol,
Who's mere presence is danger.

She is the wood,
A great big pile.

Together we make
The hugest of fires.

The words burn my body
Each sound is a blister,

But I've used all my tears
On my younger sister,

So I can do nothing
To dampen the flames.

I can only retreat
And hope that it rains.