As I hear the crackle..
The smell of cedarwood flows
Brimstone in the air
From one hundred miles away
As the hearth hold the inferno...
Inside the everlasting burn...
Resides the flame
That used to say my name
Then a cloud of smoke appears..
Heavily.
Over it all..
It consumes everything
But it leaves behind fears and tears.
This fire remains..
The crackle soothes me.
The smoke consumes me.



-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2017