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Fire singes the back of my throat,
a burning wrath screeching to halt at my teeth.
Venom inside the heart boils to the surface;
knuckles white as bile churns and seers the lungs
wailing for means of escape.

Absconded, flames dying out
met with ashes, shame and disgust.
The cold air now crawls inward
frostbite on ideals that felt so natural moments prior.

Artifice within what one holds dear
a distraction from cold, broken glass embedded in the throat.
Choking up acid that writhes within
feeling it stare back at you.