first flame
in the miasma of blunt deathly spines, that litter a perimeter. ritualistic; in nature. freshly sparked kindling, potent to melt wax, to burn oil coax odor in ripe, earthy fragrant of desire. the first flame descends, with each strut ███████ dry, ██████ eager ██ branches ██████████ wilt. the first flame reaches its end but its thick incense is left twirling against wind spinning a promise; "never let the fetid return"
goodbye, dear flame who carried me in attrition