burning black with blood
the sky looks down on me
and hides his face.
i pile high in the front yard
raw memories, fractured
corpses of relationships
i heap them one on top of another.
smoke soaks the air like a wet sponge,
musky,
thick with the stench of empty gum wrappers
and charred humanity.
i lit that match.
the red sea slaps at my feet,
branding them with blood
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