30 July 2012
Fires bright edged flames.
Burning up the walls.
Wallpaper shrivels and the ceiling begins to fall.
Charred black wood & smoke filled halls.
Flames bursting the windows, smoke burns my throat.
Eyes watering to see through it all.
Melting into ash.
The fire extinguisher only half full.
The dog & the cat under the bed.
Wonder why burning flames they were fed.
Speechless, thankful, no one else was hurt.
But still was I the only one who didn't look at the ashes like a pile of dirt?
Fire • Opuss № I