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do you feel it?

Breathe

in the smoke that fills the air,

lingering from the fire that died

Feel

the ashes that rest upon your skin

pulled tight over your bones

bleached out

Hear

your gasping breaths

sucking in air,

and hearing the tick of the clock

counting down

See

me,

standing there between the pillars,

darkened wood and ash

burning,

existing to only see you fall.

Taste,

the bitterness of your own medicine

poured down your throat,

into the body of a dying man