Not So Civil
Expansive bloody rot, a necrotic smell, overwhelmes young nostrils.
Nightmares, anxiety unable to love
Death follows me and takes those I love
Smoke and fire rise around my heels
As Atlanta burns, behind my exit.
Scarlett's exit of Atlanta in "Gone With the Wind."
For Brian Strand's contest on Favorite book Vignette
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