We stopped talking about the blaze.
Kicking about in the ashes,
scattering remnants of once-proud timber,
we eliminated all mention about it.
It tracked on the carpet.
Soot stained the sheets.
A day’s shine could clean for a time,
but the thought proved braver than ignorance.
We stopped talking about it,
yet we know it will never leave.
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Hello! My name is Mitch Worden, and I spend my days as a student, employee, exercise enthusiast, music reviewer, and poet! At the present time, I'm using WordPress to branch away from other websites and exhibit my own works by themselves. I hope you like what you read, and thank you for stopping by!
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