06:2

last thought, then burned by the flames

rough shapes in motion
soft skin under my breath
memories against my lips
bugs eating me alive
parasites crawling through my veins

my thoughts caught up in chaos
gathered in an empty box
denial, denial, two times
one time, two times
please come again
three times, but then how far
is enough, three times
is enough


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