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tearing back cardiac palisades

baring the sacrifice of myriacanthous fingers.

leavings of splinters aid to ignite my flame,

I burn for you in a way so contradictory; 

blistering sores earned from heated moments feel more like a cauterisation.

a wax seal over words that ache their way onto folded papers,

midnight oil lamps caricature silhouettes of past inhabitants.

plagued with an overtaxing of thoughts;

knowing that knowing less is an embarrassment.

swallowing down my appetite as my own form of sustenance,

chewing lips to conceal a ravenous greed.

It could never be just me, it's never been before, why now?