Poems from The Frozen Arsonist

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I wanted you to know that I think of you when I carve into my flesh. I wanted you to know that come up with plans to kill you. I wanted you...
I try to catch fireflies in summer, keep them in a jar. Watch them lighting up. When I miss, it's always a big bummer. Firefly-catching is...
Black is the color of death. Black is screwing up. Black is your last breath. Black is not giving a fuck. Black is a deadly disease. Black...
The tunnel is dark and long and the light at the end is most likely a train. the movement around me is nothing but the scattering of my...
April twenty-seventh was the day my grandma died. April twenty-seventh is when nature was defied. April twenty-seventh, when my mom was...

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