A soft autumn night

turned stone cold,

goosebumps wrapping my skin as I lay.


The image of handmade paper lanterns next to the TV

burnt into my eyes, adamant to focus on anything else

in that dimly lit room.


Maybe if I could press the sights

into my skull

I wouldn't have to attend to the scars seared into my skin.


Maybe the burns would just disappear if I learned to forget.

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