The Eradication

He built a bonfire
Next to a lake with no edges
The red roses had been sucked from his skin
Pale drooping as a flower reaches out to the rain
Crystal shards formed at the water’s edge to the bonfire’s flames and embers
He sat smoked and drank rum
Memories of childhood games
The flames danced across his gaze
Freedom at a price
She’d moved on
As he would too
For one night more askew.

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  1. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    Brilliant closing line, there, Jason, ‘…for one night more askew’, that ‘askew’ says a lot, many’s the time I found myself thus ‘askew’! And everything taking place ‘next to a lake with no edges’…..

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