FIRESTORM

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I heard the phone slam down

Voices were raised screaming

Not the first time, not the last

Shadows flickered on my wall

There was a storm coming

I lit a match like I often did

Candles in jars around my room

Shhhh… don’t you cry now baby

I’d whisper to myself, calmly

Try to stay quiet, no peeps

Doors sounded like thunder

Glass broke between strikes

Her screams muffled staccato

Just before I lit my bed on fire

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