Burning Bridges

By: MJ Whelan

It’s their fault, really

They gave you the matches

The gasoline came next

Now all that’s left is ash and smoke

There’s a euphoric feeling

Watching as it burns

Knowing that you are saving yourself

You can faintly hear their voice

Smoke fills your lungs

Sparks leap into the sky, like orange stars

The wood crackles

You listen and smile

Once it dies down to nothing

Then you finally turn away

You walk into the quiet woods, happy