Brown Ashes

they danced

exchanged

slithered up

each other’s bodies

melted

bended together

they bonded

candles ignited

the waitress laughed

customers scattered

rotations rushed

water poured

but did not stop us

wooden ones left

as the glass shattered

the mirror busted

drinks on me

they don’t sell well

we are being fed

as the others

left to bled

that night

I lay in bed

wonder how

I escaped

I survived

as a pile of slender ashes

lays beside me

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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