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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1811477
fire, death
I think that in the back of our minds,

We already knew what we would do.

The flame, so enticing,

Would never leave us.



When we first came across that damned

Old broken bridge, we wished to make it a refuge.

And it was, for a small time. Then the Incident happened



I remember it so clearly, yet as if through blurry vision.

I know what we did, but I cannot bring myself to remember

The Incident without the terrible pain of the memory that

Comes with it. The noise is what truly haunts me, but it is also

The one thing that brings back the pure, intoxicating pleasure

Of our goddess, the true and wonderful goddess, giving off smoke

And that delicious, satisfying smell. That smell, so full of promise.



Are you even listening to me? After all, it was your idea.

Even though, I have to admit, the desire was slowly smoldering awake

Inside of me the entire time. Why did you have to leave? Why couldn’t

You stay and bask in the instinctual carnal pleasure of the Incident with me?

No, no, I guess I understand. Sort of. Was the bliss too great for you? Is that

Why I could see you drifting, ever so slowly and softly, away from us?



Was the fucking ecstasy of the burning too much? I know it was for

me, almost. The way the beautiful, enchanted fire danced over the crackling wood

Like a leaf being blown by the wind. It ignited us also, I know it did, and I

Know you damned well felt it too. The intense yet almost graceful feeling of

Pleasure upon viewing the scene unfolding in front of us, it was almost too

Much. Almost. But you had to go and leave.



Why did you leave me?



When I saw you flying away, I knew everything would be different.

Everything is so different, and you, you fucking coward! You left

Me to deal with it, you left me to clean up after our mutual lust and the mess

It made of us. I always knew you would run away from something. You

Were never one to take blame for anything.



I guess I should have known it. Our love of this sin, it could only lead to

Death.

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