House of the Soul

Curling ashes. Flickering and flashes.

Searing heat. Thick smoke. I can't breathe. It stings my eyes.

The fire roars, stretching its jaws, 

Its teeth clamp down on the walls. 

This house



This house

Is burning.


I need to escape.


The weight of the dead

Presses down on my back.


I need to escape.



The word echoes in my mind 

As I search

For a way out.

I need to let go

Of the past.





I need to let go

Of the dead

And focus on the


And now.

If I don't leave them behind,

I can end up burning inside.


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