Adolescent Death

November 8, 2007
Fire shoots from my knuckles
as it melts the flesh
from her adolescent body.
Begging and pleading for her life,
the life in which nobody acknowledges.
Stay away from my love;
Stay away from me;
or the consequences will be painful.
As you dig deeper into your grave,
I shove you and throw soil
on your inhaling and exhaling soul.
Dirt becoming her oxygen.
5 breaths,
4, 3, 2, 1 breath;

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