I burned down your house today;
I gloated over it...
a smoldering, smoking triumph
to my name.
I wiped your face from my memory
with such ease as if it were
drawn on an etch-a-sketch;
a final motion.
::scratching eyes::
Leave these leaves
lying in the gutter
for the rain to wash away;
a chore of indifference.
[18:14|09.11.011] ©c.thomas.carter
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