James
The blaze was a glory of colors, swirling with the soft winds of the manor. The flickering flames danced silently alongside me. They were closing in, taking the part I knew no longer. I was weary, unable to fight. The spark that was once ignited had seemed to dissolve, evanesce with the winds.
There was nothing left for me but the warmth of the inferno as it devoured my very being. I greeted the hearth, feeling it’s bitter kiss touch the tops of my flesh. In raising my arm, I welcomed the stray flames, letting them use my overcoat for tinder.
I wanted to be freed. To be whole. I needed an escape.
