subjugating my perception,
this affliction expurgating my limbs,
I contort in shapes, figurines of torment,
exuding through my sheathed skin,
this dark secretion, noxious
within and out, I melt down,
the flaming wick, discharging
this wax blood, tarnishing
the ashen linen of notions,
untouched, unrealized,
dribble… dribbling away,
the last that was left in me
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This is tagged as the post for 27 November for NaBloPoMo.
I am linking it up with Friday Flash 55.