Burning You Away
A Poem
Snip, snip, snip.
Each piece of fabric falls,
Right into the pit.
***
A month of you haunting me.
My phone, my socials, my mind.
I’m done with it.
***
The moon shines bright,
And a warm breeze blows,
As I scatter the rest of you.
***
I read the piece of paper,
The paper you had me write on,
The paper of things to talk about.
***
I grab the bottle off the dry grass.
Opening it up, the scent hits my nose.
Ah, the fuel sings to me.
***
I squirt the liquid on the remnants of your clothes,
The paper, the necklace,
Anything reminding me of you.
***
I set the match alight,
My mouth curving upward,
And toss it into the pit.
***
The flame ignites everything,
The air heating up around me,
Smiling as the weight of you is lifted off me.
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Amethyst Champagne
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Sometimes burning the bridge is the only option we have left. Beautiful work.