Frozen Embers

The stairway looked like a sunset,
walls wrapped in radiant amber
as I followed my mom, not quite awake yet,
it was snowing, late December,
The walls were wrapped in radiant amber,
she tugged me outside in pajamas, bare feet
while it was snowing in late December,
fire trucks framed the street,
We stood outside, pajamas and bare feet,
my dad nearby, his hands were bleeding,
flashing fire trucks piled up in the street
while behind broken glass, flames were stampeding,
Nearby, his hands were bleeding,
silhouettes of strangers stirred around me,
while flames were stampeding-
by morning, home would be ash and debris.
Strange silhouettes stirred around me
as I followed my mom, not quite awake yet,
by morning, home was ash and debris,
but that night, the stairway looked like a sunset.

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