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Burn the House Down

You could fix up my shattered windows
Patch up the holes in the walls
Find a way to make the incessant creaking
Of the floorboards–hush
Make the faucets stop their aching
Drip…drip…drip…
New shingles 
New doors
New cupboards and cabinets 
Make my old bones feel new again–
What I really want
Is to be set ablaze
Ashes to ashes
All my flaws and failures 
Gone with the strike of a match
Then and only then–
Pick up your hammer
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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