A tree stands alone
A plain of broken memories
A match falls slowly
A spark of drowned thoughts

It lights the tall grass on fire.

The fronds bend to the heat
Reaching for the sky before being swallowed whole
By the living tongues of the hungry flames
The red glow cackles, splitting a smile
Drying away the tears of pain and suffering

I stand alone in a ring of fire.

I scoop up the match
It burns my hand
A hole of emptiness
A hole of smoldering anger
It seeps into my hand like forgotten blood
A death untold
A mystery unsolved

Laughter dribbles from my lips.

The field continues to burn.
Until there is nothing left.