Smolder Poem by Lacie Porter

Ashes ashes. They pour down from the building. From your perch on the street you look above you to see what you already know is happening. The windows explode out, the foundations and support structures break down from the damage. Then the building crashes down around you. You run, trying to escape the building's fiery rage, but it's too late. The burning wreckage engulfs you. You feel the hot embers smolder your skin as your body goes into shock. Then nothing.