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Jan 2013
I dream
I drench my house
in gasoline
and burn it to the ground.

I free them from captivity,
the skeletons in my closet,

I laugh hysterically
along with the thunderous racket
of the warm flames.

I wake up with heartburn.

and I discover what a better purpose I'd serve
if I burned off my flesh
for your suffering.

How high I would get from those fumes.
Chloe Sayre
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Chloe Sayre  NJ
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