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Burning Alone


Blood pulsates under every syllable

The pulse lights flames in the veins of skin that bruises easily

She is soft to the touch
Tender with healing scars

The heat of anger
A familiar stench of scorched wood

Breaking and brittle
Ash and dust- remnants of realisation blow into the wind

Well fanned rumours
-Murmurs of the truth

Set aflame
Only she would die

Because to see past the veil is merely a reminder
Of lessons learnt and burned into memory

In the wave of emotion
How easily we forget

Lies we tell in the night
For a naive and hopeful tomorrow

Still burning
Always burning

The fire
Is still her religion

Dancing with fireworks
She craves the danger

In the right light
She beams

But all running on empty fuel ever did was stall what was always written

War-torn aftermath
The damage is her salvation

But She lives again
She loves again

Always for the lingering glimmer
Always for dawning of the sunset

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