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ugly fires

hot, hot blood
runs up from my heart
and lungs and rubs my face until
it is flushed pink and crimson
it burns and boils until i feel
like a pack of candle sticks
the flames licking the air
through my eye sockets
burned to ash trying
to find something to
savor of you, i no longer care –
i quickly pull
the string of words
from my mouth,
it didn’t take long
for the fire to reach
the wick, choking on
smoking words, i take
a deep breath in, then out –
but they stir up the embers
reigniting it all and sending
me back into the thick
of things, remembering, and the
hot, hot blood leaving my
mind caked in mud

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  1. This is incredible. Your imagery is so perfect and poignant. I felt this deeply.

    Liked by 1 person

    May 3, 2017

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