ting & yin.

a tribute to people who have finally let go.

photographs, memories and me.
i
glossy, pompous creme de la creme paper.
a little hesitant -- a little afraid
as they tipped over the edge into
the burning flames it was
just a game
oh! the thrill of having their tips
lightly browned. a bold demonstration of
valor. (afraid of being labelled fainthearted more like.)
a lasting mark of fortitude; a bright gold badge of intrepidity
yes. well worth the risk. "oh, just a
little danger. not like i'm going to be engulfed."
just go for it!

ii
i burnt them. those beautiful pictures..
along with them, their soul. my most precious, dearest memories. that's what made it so hard. to take away from the the life i had given. was i playing god? stupid. photographs are not. alive. i repeat. not alive. believe it girl.
my trembling hands feeding them to the hungry flaming monster.
he was unforgiving. fast. unforgivingly fast.
at the tips his tongue lingered. the flames licked them ever so lightly.. tenderly.
and with no notice
he engulfed them. let go, let go.... it's your time to be free

and finally,
i let go.
"they're yours."
they deliquesced in the flames while i was set free.
goodbye memories.

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