devoured by flames
the flames curl
and grab at the letter,
tasting and devouring the message
licking the edges,
turning them in to a thin crisp.
the scarlet color drowns out
into a deep blue
then drowning out at the last second.
the note is devoured,
left only the crumbs
and the message is no more.
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