Mon. Jan 17th, 2022

The harsh burning sensation

Washes down my body

Scratching my throat

Coating it

Like gas to a flame


Your fingers stroke

The side of my arms

Leaving behind a cold feeling

Like wind nipping against raw skin


A faint smell of firewood

Clouds around us

As you lean down to

Bite at the skin

Under my jaw


Covered in the

Ash from the smoke

You left a trail

Of black dust

Up my neck


You chased me around

The maze until

There was a dead end

It was game over


You win


Jenna Thomas is a first-year English major with a minor in creative writing.

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