4:36am
I wrote a poem about you I titled "Fire"
It has been two weeks today
I am still burning
And I do this to myself, you know.
You know how I always throw such a fit when I don't get what I want
So I have taken up self- immolation
What happens to people who self- immolate
Is they set themselves on fire
And they sit
And wait
The first twenty minutes are excruciating.
Flesh burns away
Nerve endings, exposed, ablaze and raging
You can literally feel your skin melting off your body
The essence
Is time.
After all the skin and nerves are burned away
You don't feel anything.
Your entire body is in flames
But you can't feel it.
It has been two weeks.
I am still waiting for the stillness.
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