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war paint //

a fire pit on the gravel

the flames rise high
sending sparks into the sky
don’t let it catch your cotton

all around us was black
but your face was lit

i watched your eyes

you threw the pile of photos
into the pit
melting its edges

ashes for
the fire shore

they turn carbon
but memories stay
dust for your etch-a-sketch

shake shake shake
you can’t delete a memory
so you paint it on your face

image by Lizzie Bishop