Savages.
Absolute savages.
Ecstatically turning the meat
on the flame.
Puffer jackets zipped up to the chinny chin chin.
Cold backs.
Hot fronts.
Their eyes danced with pulsating lights
to the rhythm of the fire
Sneaked glances of joy
across the hot coals.
Time waited for no one.
Not even them.
The charred flesh was passed around.
Each taking a chunk
in silence.
Relishing the blackened sensations.
Chemical imbalances corrected.
Synapses firing
deep inside their brains.
It had been too long since they felt this connection
to each other
and themselves.
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