a/n: this is really rough (and short!) but it just came spilling out. it needs a lot of work, but i don't know how to fix it - so i figured i'd go for it rather than leave it on my computer forever. i wrote it during my slam poetry phase :), so it's meant to be read aloud w/a sort of off-beat rhythm. it's vague and dark and you'll probably hate it, but i want to know anyway. ;)
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she
--
she is on fire, ablaze
like burning blue pages
that can't stop eating
away
the sunken flesh of
jutting bones and sharp angles
harsh features
buried six feet under,
lost.
and the people of the sparks
sit anxiously awaiting
while flames lick
their martyred hands
and distant screams
penetrate the stifling air
scented of
self-control.