You have pulverized me into a thousand pieces,
And now they fly away from my core.
I had invited you to burn me.
And so you did.
Like kerosene to your fire,
I vaporized; volatile.
I endured, inflammable to your touch.
Iridescent, sensual agony.
And if you are in hell,
Stay grateful.
I remain destructed.
Yours truly,
Bidiya.
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