Burning

 burning building

 like a match,

 like a secret

a room full of dust

I burn

like bodies,

 like skin paper-thin wings

 photos on the walls hanging,

 lifeless memories on a string

like groins and chests cuts 

and fevers 

I burn i burn I burn

everything turned to nothing woman, 

vision, whisper thing, smoke, gone

and the flames

are so quiet

you wouldn't know a thing

 if I wasn't the brightest light 

this glowing city 

Has ever seen

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