Flares of memory burst from the placid solace of my thoughts sweeping aside trivial notions and comforting visions to gambol across the onyx sky like meteors
Sparks of sensation shatter the tenuous succor of the quiet dark Blinding me – like the beacons of an enemy camp bursting through my gossamer defenses; a violated amnesty with the shame
Grief bursts out of the night like a firefly, startling in its luminescent suddenness.
