{"sf1_id":912708,"sf2_id":"RnoR0A0m","title":"The Short Fire","author":"Snoww","words":44,"posted_at":"2015-09-20T05:12:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/912708-the-short-fire","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/RnoR0A0m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/35/1b/351bb958-9205-4490-90ac-ed46a05e81f6","description":"Not sure why.","content":"I set myself on fire for a warmth unfelt.\n\nLeft to burn, never attended to.\n\nSmoldering in a world unseen, blind eyes hover aimlessly.\n\nA diminishing light never once known; violently extinguished in many swift, routine acts.\n\nThe short fire was pain, pain inconsequent.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}