Campfire
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Chloe Bray, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2021
the blazing flames flicker against my face
I can smell the destroyed ashes falling to the ground
a spark cracks like a gunshot
singing songs?
more like children screaming at the top of their lungs
staring at the flames until they go blind
marshmallows being passed around
white or pink? —it's your choice now
sticky fingers all round
the night sky filled with beautiful stars
like glow-worms inside a cave
but the beauty is all in the centre
because the fire is my favourite place