Burn

I feel it. 

Starting small, in the pit of my stomach. 

Rising, taking refuge in my chest.

I'll stoke it, into being, flames licking what's left.

 

I hope it burns.

Dark smuges, charing in it's wake.

Concentrate,

Blacking out the lines, ache.

 

I want it.

Like passion, behind the screams of a child.

Binding,

Driven blindly, stupid, wild

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[Lorry]

When it burns, we at least know through the searing pain that we are alive, feeling something. It reminds us of all the nothingness we have felt in between.

[Comewhatevermay]

And the nothingness we fear we will know when it's gone. ;)