Bonfire Night
By narcissa
Wed, 15 Sep 2004
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Pieces of sweet-smelling ash tangle in my eyelashes;
the bonfire still pretends to scorch me.
Overhead, rockets bloom like overgrown stars.
Sometimes I miscalculate,
anticipating the brand on my skin.
Behind my back
a small chunk of toffee mingles with down-trodden dirt.
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