An attempt, to no prevail.
Burning, just beneath the surface, nothing more than a faint glow.
Curious onlooker.
Faint flame slowly growing, unable to put it out.
Fire water wont allow it to break free.
It just sits.
Tormenting, flickering.
Sending a fiery rope circling in your direction.
Enough to unsettle, enough to unnerve.
Subtle, sinister, scouldering.
Burn down the barn already. Please.
So that we may begin to rebuild it.
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