Yellow and orange consume the rails.

Red. A predator lurching out of the 

shadows until the prey is gone, out of sight.

I can’t help

but feel victorious

at seeing the rabid flames spiral.

I’ve finally released

the leash. My beast is let loose.

The curving rails of glitter char and shrivel

in on themselves, the beauty of the past 

lost.

As if it were never there at all. 

The successes and brightness of 

the past days months years: smolder.

Nothing.

Leaving nothing but the ruin of the

present.

I tilt my head, breathing in the 

reassurance the flames emanate, awakening

tranquility within me. 

With each lick of heat, tendrils of fury 

release from my body,

making the walk across the bridge easier.

Each stride carries with it, the flame.

I let the world around me ignite;

only footfalls are left.