The best thing you could do
is MASTER the chaos in you.
You are not thrown into
the fire, YOU ARE THE FIRE.
~mama indigo
***
The pack gathers around, taking in the two burning fires.
Jackson and Sara had both been cremated. I watch as Atlas throws their remains into the flames.
Repeating the process all over again.
We stand there, side by side.
Other members of the pack come and go- adding their own objects to the flames.
A rose.
A picture.
Small objects that remind them of their fallen companions.
Atlas looks down.
I softly take his hand, crossing his fingers with my own.
"We did this with Jackie."
"Who?"
I feel stupid for asking the question but I don't know who this female Atlas speaks of is.
"She use to be the pack cook. Before Sandra."
I nod and move closer to
