This lake of fire licks the surface
of dead weeds, dreams, leaves
It engulfs all that is left
behind.
Old stories, broken spirits and drunkards
go here
to
die
Young children stare wide-eyed
at the blaze,
excited about all that
is before them
They near this lake
inquisitive to it’s beauty
As they draw close something
inside them stirs.
These children are children-no-longer;
fear stricken of the flames,
they draw in the loss of innocence
through the vortex of their eyes.
They walk away
sullen,
tarnished by the ashes.
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