Friday, June 27, 2014

The Anneslee Poems: Up in Smoke

You burned me
down to ash
and then begged me
to come back
as if there wouldn’t be any scars
or burn marks
where you lit the match.

But I just kept burning.

Nothing put me out.
I just kept burning
until the ground
absorbed the dust
that was left.

There’s not even space
for flowers
or a marker
or anything
but a shadow
of the life
you snatched
with one scratch
against the box.

There’s nothing
to show
the damage done,
and I’m not coming
no matter what.

I’ve had enough.

I’d just rather be a memory.

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