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You make my fire bubble and my brimstone turn to milk.
I made your wood heart burst into flames when I knocked you off your stilts.
Cos I knocked you in the ashes of the bonfire we made last week.
And we both know ashes smoulder,
and your scars know that ashes retain heat.

It leapts spitting from its deathbed, and it wrestled me to the floor.
You managed to grab my ankle as I tried to make it for the door.
And God knows you willed that fire to lick the skin right from my bones,
but that fire she showed pity, too – it’s a weakness much like your own.

You crucified my daughter, so I butchered your son.
You watched me, willing me to cry; you thought I was gonna run.
But that’s just what you do: you make people feel so small,
but that’s relying on them having doubts or regrets,
and I have nothing at all, nothing at all.

And I don’t regret you, and I don’t regret this,
and I proved it with a midnight stalk through a frosty garden in a heavy pink mist.
And I doused your bed in petrol, and I signed my name on your bedroom window:
my work of art and an end to this and my final move and blow.
And a stalemate to your wretched games and this three-minute bout of murder.
It’s best that we forget this and act happy and move on and get older.

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