hurting myself

Silently he steals into my night
with the chillest of breaths,
the nightmares that sear my soul.
He pours liquid fire into my veins,
Pulsating in my wrists
And tingling harshly in my fingertips.
I claw my way into every inch
Of my body that burns with his touch.
I see blood-red ribbons of skin
As my nails scratch into
The very essence of his hold on me.
I do my best to evade his grasp.
Yet I succumb as I view from afar –
My mangled limbs, my mutilated heart.

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