the letter crackled with bile
in the damp of the rain -
flames wouldn't catch
no matter how hard she cried
she flicked and she flicked at the flint of the lighter
'til with a thumbprint of brown
the paper took light
the cramped looping script
fell into a shadow
as blackened the paper burned in her hand
she ground with her foot
the fallen silk ashes
twisting and turning
to dust they returned
The Blue Book
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