Burnt Offering
Killing me by degrees
Each hour the executioner
tears another piece from
my life fabric.
She aches for my heart
tasting the sweetness
of raw blood and pain.
I have done the unforgivable.
I have demanded my soul
Uncleansed
Unanointed for prayer.
Hell is the mirror distorted
refraction raising the temperature
sucking oxygen into flame.
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