Burning

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A chest on fire
A million bees flying frantically in an attempt to flee
Smoking at the eyes
Her tongue is beginning to tire
What must she do to make you see?
Sick of crying tears back
Letting them slowly fill her head and pour out of hot ears
They don't drown the vile attack
Stab after stab

All she had feared and all she fears
Brought to the surface

By now the flames are starting to lick her fair face
Blue eyes flashing as they burn and smoke
Screaming
Red! Hot! Pain!

Nothing is strong enough to rip away the filthy feeling
The pure loathing she feels towards
A person she cared for so

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