Phoenix

Burning embers flow up from the campfire

Crackling, flaming.

Laughter echoes over the ashes.

Taunting.

Patronizing.

Horrifying.

The sound used to be sweet, but now I see.

It’s a bitter, putrid taste.

What to do?

When you don’t want to be the villain anymore,

What do you do? What do you need?

Salvation.

Love.

Respect.

Reassurance.

But you have never known anything of the sort.

Nothing but villainous thoughts circled around

Around

Around

Around

Around……...

Circling around like the flames of a phoenix….

Can someone come and help me?