Rebecca B.

A mix of red and yellow rise to the dark canvas.

Barely able to make out the sound of running water on the shoreline.

The wind pulls the heavy gray smoke in our eyes.

In the mist of blurry vision, figures across the fire escape me.

Secrets begin to fill the smoke.

The deeper the sun slips beneath the horizon the deeper the secrets get.

The darkness engulfs us.

Midnight creeps into our circle.

Heavy buckets of water carry salty end for the fire.

The crashing water kills the fire.

We slowly walked back to the house.