Wildfire
I hear the wind blow
Against the trees as I
Walk to my grave
The animals that have
Cared for me growl at
The strangers’ intrusion
I attempt to reach
Out to my friends
But a stranger hits my hand
Smoke burns into my
Lungs as I move closer
To their camp.
Back in the forest, I hear
The wolves cry for me. Tears
Fall to the ground as I walk.
The rough rope cuts into
My wrist as I fight
The binds.
They growl and threaten
Me as I fight. I close
My eyes as I fall forward.
The strangers grab me
And force me onto a stand
Tying me into place.
The animals start to
Scream as the strangers
Hurt their Friend.
The match was lit
And the light reflected
In my eyes.
When it dropped,
The straw below lit up
And smoke billowed up.
I bit my lip,
Refusing to let the
Animals hear me scream.
I could smell my
Flesh burn as I
Slowly hung my head.
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