and i thought bonfire nights were cozy and would have mellowed down the faces of the people surrounding the loud tongues of fire; the shadows were stark and grew larger as the night darkened more. the smiles and laughs became distorted as the marshmallows slowly slipped from the sticks as it melted away. don't go, i shakily muttered, bring me with you to the ground. i never thought that disintegrated food on the ground would have a better chance being left untouched, especially when compared to the wandering eyes of women looking for mercy from the bleak camping grounds. and as they passed on the chocolates laced with sweet promises of safety and comfort, the hands before me never promised any of it.
wolves will never find our body, for it would have been consumed faster by the fires from the eyes of people that we wrongly trusted.
