Ribbons of coal scold in blackened, burning folds-
escaping embers resemble silver painted gold and sold.
Strands stoke, warmth surrendered holding whole control;
in whispers wintered, finger tips on frigid frost they stole.
Heat undispelled, still seething, smoulders hot as hell;
ashes eaten - husk on which the starving dwell; the shell-
a bone, all bare, in time is claimed to dust; expelled.
In fires fornicated, even strongest structures felled.
Ripples of the water wander in to deeper shore-
silently it nudges me, like clockwork, back and forth.
In the grinning moonlight, jagged rocks on which I pour-
my body mercied by the tide these tired arms ignored.
Coughing and a choke, awoken by the sound of surf-
the broken glass upon my face, the scolding, sandy earth-
a taste of tears on tortured tongue, then drank into the thirst
I dove headfirst to wash away, this solitude submersed.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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