Black flames
raising high
silhouetted
against each set
of words
I never should have said.

My stomach is writhing
in my colourless hands,
my fragile hands..
hands that castrate daydreams.

You are the sun,
forever setting in my heart.
The sun's balance does not
need the adding or subtracting
of weights
and measures.

Crushed bones,
churned
dripping with marrow
of my selfishness,
fill my mouth...
rows and rows
of regret.

The instant my mouth opens,
disintegration starts..

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