The darkness crawls across the floor
Squeezing into the corners
Hiding under the bed
Desperate to escape
From the light of the morning sun.
DUST
I walk through the house
The empty halls
The doors ajar, forlorn
I stop in the doorway of a room
That once contained a bed
That once contained so much love
And turn away
I close this door behind me
Moving down the stairs
Each step raises a cloud of dust
The house does not breathe anymore
I could smell the dust
Were it not for the pungent scent of petrol
That soaks the walls
And, striking a match
I drop it, stepping out into the snow
And closing the front door behind me.
ASHES
I watch the house
struggling to stand
Its timbers wracked by yellow flame
As the sparks rise
Like fireflies in the dusk
The house falls to its knees
Coughing
Choking
And dies
The fire crawls over the corpse
Like a swarm of flies
Fireflies
And finally, starving and weak
The fire dies too
And all that rises into the night is filthy smoke
Dispersing on the midnight breeze
No phoenix from these ashes.
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