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The fire crackles and crumbles
Shucking embers from ruby-encrusted wood
In loose handfuls
We bask in the glow of a miniature sun
Its warmth like love
Sparking glassy galaxies in our eyes
While the grit of marshmallow sugar
Melts on our tongues
Our shadows are huge and endless
Chasing the trees
Amongst wisps of woodsmoke
Blotting out the suggestion of pine
Now we are the new giants of the forest
I tilt my head back
And you do the same
The night sky a sieve bowing
Under the weight of ancient diamonds
“Don’t you feel small?” you ask
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Kiera G
NorCal-based. Would rather be writing about made-up people. Locked in a constant struggle with her cat (irreconcilable differences over the best use of a notebook).
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