I torched a photo today
Not because it was a picture of my second ex and those kids.
But so I could take another picture of it.

Snick. that sound of a match lighting
Click. that goofy sound electronic cameras make

The flames started in one corner,
The paper curled and blackened in curious shapes.
White lines formed as the paper and ink pulled away from each other
Then those lines burned up, too.

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