Open on Sunday prompt: Burn "Ashes to Ashes: a tale of two short-lived vampires "

[garnigal]

She’s always feared (loved) fire.

Fire burns (warms). Fire destroys (brightens). Fire kills (gives life).

It’s only natural to fear (love) it.

But now she can’t be killed - she’s already dead. (But now she can’t be warmed - she’s so cold).

And now she can’t be destroyed - she’s destroyed so much. (And now she can’t stand the light - she’s hidden in the dark).

Now they reach out to touch the flame.

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There’s no heat, only burning. There’s no light, only destruction. There’s no life (but there never was).

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

Nothing left but the scent of smoke.

Comments

[jerusha]

I really liked this. Very poetic.

[garnigal.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I originally wrote it more linearly, but decided to play with repetition and word order to see if I could get something interesting.

Glad you enjoyed it.