What the Fire Remembers

Experience Writing Halloween Photo Prompt

I flew. I fell. I crashed and burned.

Did it hurt? The memory has turned to ash.

Sometimes, when I hear the sound

of a crackling fire,

I wonder: did I fall, did I crash, did I burn,

or was I only ever flying—

a scatter of glowing embers

rising from the dark?

 

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