Burn Me


What happened?
Did you tire?
Become board?
Run out of games to play?

Why do I ask the question?
I already know the answer

It’s the one where you promise never to leave
Then without warning
The smell of gas
The striking of a match
A slight giggle as you turn your back

And then poof…up in flames I go…

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