Live

crescents

digging in my palms

crimson on porcelain

buzzing in my ears

buzzing all around

burning in my eyes

screaming in my head

copper on my tongue

fire in my throat

silence emanating

from my person

fire inside

feels like

i'm going to die

first

i must

swallow back the flames

beat back the buzzing

and live.

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