Better

At least
the fires burnt.
The crackling of flame
was the melody to their
haphazard dance.

Now he is sat
in the company of peace.
He twitches in discomfort.
The tingling of estrangement
claws at his flesh.

He dreams of the flames.
Chaos over peace
was better company
for his guilt.

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