Burned Down

Poem

 

Dark and murky,
seeping under doors and into the soul,
the smell that awakens memory,
and bittersweet air of loss.

Warm and sticky,
it curls around the heart and grips her,
makes her go around again,
the flashes of a time misspent.

Stale and dirty,
the places it has lived and loved,
or simply filled a fleeting wish,
it animates false reality.

Dark and murky,
the blood upon my hands,
the bones beneath my feet,
shed and broken by this smoke.

 

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photograph by Cecil Vedemil

 

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