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i burn.

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By Heather HublerPublished 9 months ago 1 min read
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i burn.

~

paper-thin skin,

an oil-soaked rag

wicking the viscous ooze

of human condition,

hair and limbs

catching like tinder

scorching, out of control

on fire with

depravity

lust

denial

apathy

nothing and everything

all at once;

a torch erupting

in the grim

hours of darkest night,

purples and

midnight blues

undulating, mixing into

umber fetid pools

raw beauty turned hideous

while

i burn.

~

i am a human pillar of flame

engulfed,

consumed

ever wanting;

suffocated,

asphyxiated,

a bonfire to innocence lost...

i burn.

~

how do you fail to see

these wicked flames licking

up my throat to rest in my eyes?

the anger, the betrayal,

the desperation that writhes within.

you see what you want to see–

blue chips of ice, frigid and cold.

~

this world struck the match

as you stood by and watched,

no compassion, no reason,

no empathy offered to quench this suffering,

now you pull up a chair and watch

as i burn and

burn

and

burn.

embers to ash,

{the ruin of my remains}

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    Written by Heather Hubler