Contributor: Kasey Cox

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Living in a matchstick forest,
I’m unable to put out the fire you set
to my life. I stared holes into your
picture, the curling edges ran
into everything that stood beside me.

My heart is ash.

You could still be my comfort blanket
but the smoke pouring from your heart
while you stoke the fires, blur my vision,
as I watch our memories fade,
becoming lost within the flames.


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