Like a Good Bonfire, Leave No Trace of Yourself

You were on fire
Acid-washed Wranglers® smoldering
And this isn’t a metaphor

But you were on fire
Having just plowed
Through the camp’s only light

Then you were on fire
Muddy, brown VTGs melting
Southern Comfort, Corn Nuts on your breath

And you were on fire
Marshmallow screams
Flesh charred and flaking

You were bright fire
And those still awake
Watched from their lawn chairs
Having no gumption
To smother you to safety

Like a Good Bonfire, Leave No Trace of Yourself

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