burning

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Burning.
My organs implode
without strength
to squeal.

I cook up my heart -
all that is now edible.

Why won't you join me?

A tempestuous torpedo of flame,
destined equate
but instead we extirpate.
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Bethany Louise Rose

13th August 2015
@ 8:13 pm

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