by Danica Green
Come and kiss my lips of char,
Run a hand over stubble,
Pop the blistered scalp and
Pluck away the single hair
That escaped you.
Rip away my smoking threads.
You are the ice that soothes me,
Back arched against frigid fingertips,
Your breath against my neck forming
Snowflakes on raw wounds,
Stemming the blood flow from
Seared wrists and
Crimson hips.
All because
Your words
Set me on fire.
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