Ashes to Ashes
Smoke tendrils curl in the air like a drop of blood unwinds itself in water – continually thinning.
They reach for the moon across the vapid breadth but are stopped short as a gentle breeze rolls through and carries them away into the unknown.
Embers glint
and flicker
out of existence
one by one
taking the only source of illumination and warmth away from two still companions.
The tin roof they're seated on seems to grow colder in the minuscule flame's absence,
becoming ice that is quick to bite at their bare feet until they are numb to all external feeling.
The stench of lit tobacco is galling and harsh
dominating and staining in its unpalatability.
The toxic aroma smells the same way you would expect sandpapering your throat would feel like.
It tranquilizes them both
even as the haze claws through the surrounding air, swallowing up the virgin oxygen as it fights to enter their lungs.
Their shared cigarette burns as slow as the brand of whiskey their dad used to drink and as dangerously as Harvelle's Roadhouse when Ava thought it would be fun to play with matches.
One side-eyed the other, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. He supposed that there was no point in drinking things through now that the conversation was over and done with.
Soon enough, the burnt out butt would meet its final end and he would watch as his older brother ground the remaining life out of it between two calloused finger tips only to flick it over the edge of the roof to disappear forever.
The night was just about as loud as a movie theater playing Safety Last.
It threatened to gobble them up in one bite, chew their bodies into tiny pieces, and spew the bits out into the sky to form new constellations.
Finis omnium saeculum
Blood may be thicker than smoke and water alike, but water is certainly sweeter.
Finis omnium saeculum is a Latin phrase that translates to "the end of an era" ~
So this was the product of a homework assignment in my Creative Writing: Poetry college course. There was a semi-strict rubric to follow but I had fun with it in my own way. I didn't have a set time in mind when writing this - could be taken as the summary suggests but I like to think that it draws parallels to what may have gone on when Sam revealed to Dean that he was leaving for Stanford.
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