The cinders were alive
It wasn’t really surprising
To know that the burnout
Turned out to be pretty interesting
Self-respect stoked the flame
It withstood the pits of being pathetic
The inconvenience of being taken as a joke
The embarrassment of being too “serious”
All is well
The ashes have settled to their final place
Burn like a combustive bad memory
Burn like the hottest cinder ever
Burn
Indifferent cold motherfucking witch.
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