Phoenix

The basement was damp. The still air was old and smelled of rotten memories. He knew he would find what he had written way down the hole, when the days were dark red.
He entered the crushing space crawling. In the end there was only the terrible darkness around him.

The yellow circle of light from his flashlight enclosed the words he had written before in burnt grease and tears:

"Burn the muses with your fire dreams. Fuck everything except your arrogant frustrations for believing everything's not what it seems.
Bubblegum poetry always reminds me of the spit of what I used to be. How I wish I could leave you tied up and forgotten in a tree.
Burn your phoenix into my arms, couldn't be soon enough. Always remember what betrayal can do."

He went out the cold crevice and ran outside. He never went back there again. Two years later he burnt the place to ashes.