House Fire
Ashes drift
to the ground
like black snow,
and smoke curls
upward from
the rubble like
ghostly figures
emerging from the
grave.
A skeleton now looms
in the clearing,
surrounded by heaps
of its charred flesh.
Copyright © Katie Telling | Year Posted 2014
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