Burnt Offering

Killing me by degrees.
Each hour the executioner
tears another piece from
self-woven, intricate fabric.
She aches for ultimate pleasure,
tasting sweet rush
of raw blood and pain.
I have done the unforgivable.
I have demanded my soul
Uncleansed.
Unanointed for relinquishment,
inheld fragments.
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Hell is the mirror distorted
refraction raising the temperature,
sucking oxygen into flame.
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