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The Smell of Fire

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The scents of rubber on tar melded into the blackness as the foreground of my senses was overtaken by an all encompassing feeling of dread and destruction. This was a morbid feeling so deep that it penetrated the thickest layers of my thoughts and grated against the raw flesh of my weary mind. Smoke and ash consumed me and the flames licked at my hind sight as if I myself was burning in that terrible and horrific fire.  The grass that was once tall and proud and teeming with life and breath, was now barely an inch from the soft soil, and smelled of leaching chlorophyll and plant matter. This scent was usually one of joy, the fresh hint of soil and cut grass was always a soothing and calming one, but not now. Now it reminded me of the taking of life, breath taken from the lungs and souls of unsuspecting creatures. I forced my legs to continue, faster harder away from the haunting thing that was only in my mind. The more I struggled to escape, the higher the fire grew, the more flames that licked at my throat, the more smoke that choked me, forcing salty drops of rain down my cheeks. Why? Why did this affect me so? I pedaled harder, the flames were now behind me, but they still cracked and whispered in my ear. There was a terror in me, what had I just gone through? Never had anything brought me to such misery so quickly. All of this took no more than a moment. Yet, ages were upon me. The salty rain that streaked my face was soft and rewarding. It felt good to cry, even without reason. Without meaning, so I went on ahead, only temporary was the relief of being away from that morbid and death-like feeling. For I had to pass through that hell once more on my way back home.
Something I wrote last year, inspired by a bike ride on which I discovered the forest and field next to my house being viciously chopped down and burned.
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