1. The bells on Sunday morning are what I think of most
  2. I am now just a phantom echo
  3. I am now black scorched earth
  4. I wonder if the smell of hair will ever leave this place
  5. Even the animals avoid this patch of dirt
  6. Can the ashes of my former self be planted to grow something else?
  7. I'd like that very much
  8. It was an unseasonably warm February morning
  9. The snow was fading down into soft brown mud
  10. I didn't know how else to handle it
  11. I just wanted cleanliness
  12. I wanted purification
  13. The fire was the only way
  14. I just wanted to forget how he touched me