bonfires

there is a sort of burning
and it’s catching in my throat
i watch ash float
caught on high altitude breezes
still retaining some
sheet-like form
until i reach out
one touch
and everything falls
to pieces
charred words
and white-hot pulp
all that is left
after all is done

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Briar

Basically, I deal in words.

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