The Burns Of Campfire

Camping in the woods last night I saw the beauty of fire. The rising flames were a contrast to the cool evening breeze. I made s’mores over the campfire as I downed rum and cola. My head was light and the world looked like a nice place.

Morning brought with it a different realization. I had company in my tent that I don’t remember consenting to. My head is heavy, memories faded and a daunting reality staring in my face.

Camping in the woods last night I saw the beauty of fire. Waking up the next morning I felt the burn!

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