photography by me
The wood cracks as it devours its soul.
It licks the edge of the newspaper, leaving unfamiliar words to fade into black, to disintegrate.
It rises and falls, it flickers in a seductive and mischievous dance. It’s hunger increasing.
Then it lowers, being humbled by a rival, as it’s reduced to glowing black embers – a flickering sea of lanterns.
~ The World is Quiet Here ~