Inception
Burn the love-drenched sheets,
and piss on the fire to put it out:
if the flames have a face, avoid the gaze;
no bitter words will rise in the smoke.
I will not watch; my eyes will
be charred black, my lungs will
swallow what they can. I will
become the chokes and sizzles. Let me
suffocate. Give me the chance
to scar. I will wear our mistake
as my first smile. My melted tongue
won't have to say 'go away.'
CP
Noah Champoux has been published across the internet in literary journals such as Breadcrumb Scabs, Word Catalyst Magazine, Breathing Poetry, and more. A lot of said magazines have gone defunct. This might be a sign.
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