It Was A Pleasure To Burn

It was a pleasure to burn away all of the memories associated with this house. As I sit here in awe, watching the fire smolder in the door frame of my childhood. So many disturbing memories surround this stack of metal and wooden fragments. Fragments of the humiliation and torture breaking down in to ashes that will soon dissolve in to the cool nights breeze. I couldn’t be more radiant if I myself were glowing with flames. – But I’m glad it’s this house. This house that will soon be nothing but a distant memory that will forever burn agony inside of my soul.

Via Writing Prompt by Austin L. Wiggins

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