Phoenix Reborn

Phoenix Reborn Alyssa Diamond A few nights ago the sun painted the sky a dying orange. I watched a phoenix dissipate in the hot summer air; its feathers nothing but tendrils of black smoke and rising embers from flame. I smelled burnt ozone for days after. The scent seared into my senses- my thoughts went back to you and how you never forgot the taste of the sky. Even when your wings were reduced to ashes. You never forgot flight. Neither did I. However, the self is not something a match can be taken to. Should your past burn, your…