Slow Burn

There’s a match ignited 

there

below my throat
below the earth
under rotting leaves

caged

           in root
and stone

in dirt
           and bone

        things bake

inside

hard
           shiny
     unbreakable
       cauterized

with

        the match
          and my
    kerosene tears.

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