black eye
now that wall I remembered
a face of a young woman
chiselled out of plaster
revealing a matrix of red bricks
tearing her out
wind tearing her hair apart
another wall in another city
same not-quite white wall
large black eye traced
with carbon paper like
mascara smudged down a cheek
white wet puffy
what happened
before carelessness played havoc
carelessness played
played
played
don’t play with fire
we all blamed the girl for starting it
thought her mean enough
to exclude her from our play
to burn her with nettles
when the house burnt down
they left
I never liked her anyway
but the flames didn’t eat away
that shame
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