the last embers of a dying fire, settling and cracking, marching slowly to the eternal.

inevitable ending to a day in which you had the world in the palm of your hand. everything was as it should've been, first time in weeks. but the whip comes down, silence becomes normal. the warmth cools to a chill and the wine and cheese spill and spoil and the whole thing falls apart. and you're left, laying there staring at the ashes of your one true love. a sad realization made sadder by the constant fear glowing in your eyes. your real grip loosens, leaving a shallow indentation.

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