she is not wrong
I am consumed by my own heat
the fire that burns leaving not even ash,
the intense heat more
than
any human can bare
and yet makes me want
it all the more
to burn up
to let those heated tongues lash over my flesh
burning me inside and
out
and at the same time restricted
all that has transpired binding me
so I dare not move or
act out or
make any stirring she might not want me to make
I am a man on a spit
turning over and over
over the open flames and can do nothing to extinguish myself
or satisfied the need
all I could do is burn
knowing I am helpless
feeling the need she
feeds others not me
this blaze roaring
inside me
melting me
leaving me to fade into smoke
and then into nothingness
I burn
I am consumed
I am helpless to do
anything else
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