The Fire Truly Never Left
After a fire,
A house can be rebuilt
The walls can rise again,
But the air,
It remembers
It will always smell of smoke,
The fire never truly left
And at night,
When the house grows quiet
The walls will whisper
What they witnessed
This is the world now
Houses burning, privately on every street
Ruin is in fashion
Betrayal, the new common language
And secrets
They are the sparks.


Dare I say welcome to ai? It’s a whole new medium. Hope you’ll get to fresh air, or purify the old one.