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