That Old Town

No one has ever left this body gently.
They have felt the need to bomb and bury –
to burn it down.
They were afraid it would come back in their dreams,
years later, in a life they swore they were
happy with.
They turned my chest into a ravaged city;
a place that they will miss, distantly, as a memory
– a place that they know they cannot call home again.
They didn’t want to look back
so they turned me to smoke and ash,
and have spent years trying to forget that old town
they burned down, and my voice on the
blackened wind:
“Do it if you have to – here’s a match.
I want you to do it if it means you’ll never come back.”

1 comment
  1. Really like this, it’s well written and emotional. Keep it up!

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