Black and white

It’s not black and white
Not starkly crisped.
The fire, the smoke lifts
It crinkles and curls away and breaks off
Shreds of
The past and
It has to be dropped when
My fingers burn
My heart already has smoke damage
And soot shakes away each time I breathe
Full into the flames and let it consume
The shames and whispers

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