Something Like Hellfire
I can feel it,
you touching me
the way you:
held me
kissed me
caressed me
hugged me
tickled me.
The way you killed me
must make the go away
rid myself
of this poison
you left
to course through my veins
pulsating
with a heartbeat.
A heartbeat lost in itself
to a broken rhythm
as broken records keep repeating
things we no longer want to hear
because,
we hear them
again and again.
Must make it go away,
burn the touch of,
burn yes burn
go away.
Take matches to this skin
and burn away the horrid flesh
your touch
left behind
burning away
this insanity.
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