Prompt one

Consumed

 

Slate grey skies consumed this view

My hands lost on stagnant winds

Screaming

Drowning

As chilled waters fill empty spaces

Connected

Suffocating

All direction lost

Where is North?

Where is South?

When pain is blinding

I drop six feet

Into the ready earth

How it beckons me

Fires below

First to indulge

Burning

Consumed

I disappear

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