Sparkly Ashes by Bogdan Dragos

but hell was just a floor below

in the living room

There was a blazing fire

in the fireplace

and there were plenty of screams

coming from mother and father

They argued again

And from upstairs, locked in her

dim room, she knew that

the gnashing of teeth and the shattering

of glass would not be late

in echoing through the walls

They always liked to break glasses

and bottles in the fireplace

while arguing

The fireplace was full of

sparkling shards now

She still remembered the afternoon

her little cousin came to

visit with aunt and uncle and not knowing

any better he tried to pick

the sparkling treasure from the

cold ashes of the fireplace

and cut himself pretty

bad

But who knows,

perhaps there really was a treasure in

that fireplace

Whenever mom and dad left the house

she would stand before the

cold…