Red Eyelid

fire
lighting up the firs
like as if Christmas lights exploded
but this is no Christmas
this is the end of our pleasant camping trip
and the beginning of our disastrous camping trip
a beginning of the end
i panic because I fear the end
i run from the fire
i run from the blaze
but the blaze is catching up
catching up cause fire likes being the winner
but it’s not the winner
smoke catches up first
and drags me down so it can be first
and I’m coughing
and then not coughing
not breathing but watching
watching the wall of fire engulf a tree
and then seeing fire amongst darkness
for it is darkness that comes upon me
when I black out it comes
a flicker of flame and black
and then… nothing
Nothing