Centralia, PA

I’ve been thinking a lot lately – about you, and the way you broke us off. So abruptly, so easily. Like forgetting me was the simplest thing in the world.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately - about this town out east. In the sixties, the mines beneath the city caught fire. The ground crumbled under citizens’ feet and smoke poured from the sinkholes. It’s a ghost town now, but the fire still burns.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately – about how I wish I were a match and your chest was full of coal. Your skin would cave and hang from a charred frame; your heart, evacuated. I’d leave you smoldering for years.

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