Wicked

By RRSupernova

Contrary to the night
The flames were portraying
My sorrowful face.

“You’re craaazzyy!”
I heard Tom shouting
While on his knees
And grasping his head
As if clinging to his sanity
Before it slips away…

I was… also trailing off
Into my own thoughts.
Trembling at my loss
As flames kept consuming
My cozy
Yet rundown house.

Since when?
Where did it go wrong?

I still remember
The moment I arrived
In this small town.
A small luggage
And a big dream.
I could feel it
As soon as
Stepping out of my car
The pressure
Running up my spine
Probably of my new life
That’s…
What I thought…

I should of picked it up that night…

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