Light encases the dark
Its flickering pulse draws me near
I am comforted
Childhood memories ignite within my mind
Brought in by the familiar aroma of a barbeque
I am hungry
My stomach churns, yearning for solace
The pulse ceases, portraying crackling fire
The smell has become a stench
It is this moment in which I wish that the charcoal carcasses, shrouded in soot, were not that of my beloved past.
The fault is mine.
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Random Pieces Of Creative Writing
CasualeThis is a book of my random creative writing pieces that I have nowhere else to put it.
