Mollify

The last time we met, there was no longer the perfume of love between us;

Only desire.

With abandon and fury, we danced around a bonfire too hot to touch.

It resembled the setting sun,

Hot vermillion flags waving down

My body teared with blood –

You treated me as an effigy;

Undressed me and set my wedding frock ablaze with your hateful stare.

I have honoured our vow of silence,

Strangulated by far less words than we were capable of, thickening the air.

The truth is that –

I wanted to be consumed back then.



🎨/📷 by Don Brautigam, illustration for Firestarter by Stephen King,1980