The fire burns, blaring, blazing, in front of me. Little sparks of flame and paper dance
and float up into the black sea of stars, burning out
and fading as they turn to ash. The heat melts my
numb bones as I lie in the wet grass. I feel the
moisture seeping through my T-shirt, kissing the
skin on my shoulder blades as I shiver. I watch the
flames break off and float like helium balloons into
the Milky Way, to the places my eyes can't go,
disappearing forever. I feel the little sparks hitting my skin, searing my flesh. Paul yells, “Hey dude,
get up!” But I'm content, blurry, burning, wet,
And Free.
and float up into the black sea of stars, burning out
and fading as they turn to ash. The heat melts my
numb bones as I lie in the wet grass. I feel the
moisture seeping through my T-shirt, kissing the
skin on my shoulder blades as I shiver. I watch the
flames break off and float like helium balloons into
the Milky Way, to the places my eyes can't go,
disappearing forever. I feel the little sparks hitting my skin, searing my flesh. Paul yells, “Hey dude,
get up!” But I'm content, blurry, burning, wet,
And Free.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
CaseyLeigh
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