A Book of Mallycat504 (Why Didn't I Think of This Sooner!?!?)

Flesh

This is disturbing. 

Sorry in advance.

You have been warned.

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Is it suppose to feel like fire

when flesh rubs against flesh?

Is it suppose to burn

when you gently brush against me.

Is it supposed to slowly suffocate me,

choking the air out from my lungs,

like smoke above the flames,

when you ask me questions

best left unasked.

But then again,

I'd do the same for you

Is flesh supposed to be so toxic?

So acidic.

So addictive.

Slowly burning me away

As paper becomes ash

scattered through the wind.

Paper and flesh

both become ash in the end.

Why do I stutter when I speak to you?

Why do I choke on my words?

Was I always this bad with words?

Or is this something entirely new?

Why does my heart ache in my chest?

Could this be...

I dare not utter the word aloud.

In fear, someone might hear me.

And make it true.

Why?

Why have you set my soul ablaze?

I have become ash in your hand.

The charred remains of what I could have been. 

But as you set me free, just know,

That I crave

Your starving eyes.

Your killer smile.

And your imperfect flesh.