Her Chicken Scratch / Poetry

The fire crackled and snapped.

The fire crackled and snapped. Like a bowl of rice krispies floating in milk. The bodiless visitor waved back at the twisting smoke calling out a brief goodbye. The brilliant oranges and reds surged through the wood pieces. Chasing each other out as if it was such a rule yet not a dance. The fire surged. Pressing its blistering heat against the brick walls. Showing its power in captivity it snapped high gaining the stars attention. Written by Alecia Writes

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