In Verse

I stepped back,
Slightly afraid.
Clouds of dust filled my lungs;
My scabbed knees falling in slow motion;
Wounds carved through flesh.

He left in ashes.
Alone.
Burnt.
Casualty of a small town.

I know that is not him.
I know this is not me.

Wish myself away;
An alternate universe
Imploding.
Away.
Forever.
On repeat.

Here is where you turn your head.
Here is where you are afraid to forget.
Here is where you have been left behind.
Here is where they will never know.

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