Routine

October 13, 2009
By englishamerican7 SILVER, College Station, Texas
englishamerican7 SILVER, College Station, Texas
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The residue falls in my wake
Opening the door the faint aroma of smoke fills the air
The brush, phosphoric
I flee

We pass
Heat
A jagged hole burned into me

Noxious fumes
Dampness
I turn and run

Unexpected, you arrive
Ignition
Searing shock, the flames jet along their paths
Consuming,
Ash



Alone, strewn in the wind
You gather me
Put me together
Resurrect me
We mournfully part

I brush the embers off
Hold my breath
Hoping to make it farther this time


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