Memories of Fire
Memories of Fire depression stories
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The trees cried out in thirst, but the fire did not care.

Memories of Fire

The trees cried out in thirst,

but the fire did not care.

The distant hissing of flames,

the popping of wood.

Night turned red and orange.

Animals fleeing, and crickets.

Crickets still chirping,

oblivious to impending doom.

No distant hum of cars,

a constant in this place.

Eerie silence in its stead.

A smell, sickly sweet smoke.

My knife, and crimson blood.

Pain, emotional and physical.

The first worse than the last.

Addiction. Compulsion.

Helpless. Powerless. Watching.

Wondering what would come.

It spread so far so fast.

Scars on the land.

Scars made on me.

And scars in my mind.

But tissue heals.

So too does the mind.

Even the forest recovers.

Life carries on, as always,

until the marks begin to heal,

and then the memories fade.

In time all will be forgotten.

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