to a place unknown to anyone her age
she stands with the gas can
and watches her father burn.
months prior
in a gentlemans club full of no smoking signs
he sat and told her of how cold the sun was in July
amongst the snowflakes.
She opens her eyes on a page
"left blank intentionally," it said.
the smell of gasoline still fresh on her skin
she signs her name in red ice.
as the sun and moon dance the waltz
the cigarette falls from her lips.
watching the blaze dance across the ocean
she smiles.
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