i never watched a house burn to ground
but iʻve felt it
crumble
watch the fire thief a family of place
a father of family
watched daylight fail
iʻve never watched a house burn to the ground
but i know what it feels like to burn
know what stench fires ghost leaves behind
know the way ash never leaves
only moves
chases you
makes sure you remember
what no longer is
and what will never be
because everything was eaten by heat
and the quiet crackle
the quick strike
of a match against
sandpaper skin
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