The Crimson Devil
They come chasing after me like a haunted dream-
the burning house,
the flying birds,
and the blaring alarms-
one after the other in an endless cycle of chaos.
A thick layer of ethanol clings onto my fagged limbs, its poisonous residue blackening my insides and clawing at my beloved memories.
The day the crimson devil stripped me of my childhood haven, the elderly timber and its green meadows, it took my heart with it and has never let it go.