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saltwater pools in my cheekbones

drown out the noise of my heart breaking every single bone in my body,

watch my marrow rot, my skeleton combust

you lit the match, the parliament. the small fire in your eyes

no, i lit that. it was my fault, i laid the oil there after she died.

you said hello

and i burst into flames.


don't bleach my bones white after they burn. let them stay black and show through my skin that i am unavailable

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