I look at my arm and it’s covered in fire. blue,shiny flames surround it.
and it doesn’t hurt or harm me.

I can use it. throw it. it flares up when I’m upset and I learn to supress it.
I’m the only one who can see it.
I wonder if it’s normal but it doesn’t bother me too much.
when I am angry I throw against the wall and see it burn away
but I don’t want to destroy it so it grows back
when I supresss it I feel it cimbling up my arm, making me look as if I’m made of ice.

one day, someone else sees it.
He’s scared.
he sees not only my power but everyone’s .
he can see the multiverse
it drove him a bit mad
he doesn’t make sense most of the time but I understand one thing
my power is real
I just have to believe
I understand now
I see the world differently.