i burned you alive (figuratively speaking)

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bonfire of memories in my backyard.
hand-me-downs and
heartbroken love letters
crammed into drawers to be forgotten.
carnival prizes and
photobooth pictures and
a jacket;
soft, familiar–
too familiar.
kerosene hangs heavy in the air,
long dead roses
(stuffed into a box, discarded)
finally crumble to ash.
moving on is arson.

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