Arsonist

Veins are
Broken wires,
Line the insides,
Little sparks.
I couldn’t face the
Dark, so I started
Setting fires.
What remains
Are cremains
Held at arm’s
Length.
Flesh and
Blood and
Bone
Bartered
For silence.

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