Friday, June 27, 2014

The Anneslee Poems: Let It Burn

I strike the match
and touch it
to my dress
until I burn up
in smoke
and ash –
a ghost
who can fly away
farther than the moon
away from you
away from this
and all the hate
that swallows you
when you crawl
into your bottle

every night.

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