I need fire. The moon. Stars. I need to feel the night and the crisp air against my skin. I need to release my darkest thoughts. Let them fly away like ash risen from still-glowing embers, like wood smoke drifting into oblivion. But the very thing that fills me with peace, brings dread.
© Sarah Doughty
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