Yearn to burn


Fingers grip my heart
In a grasp that threatens, calls,
then beckons

Tearing, ripping,
Creeping, seeping
No release the probing tendrils

Can’t appease its lust, its thirst
Until cast down, until worse

Lying, face down in the dirt
I gasp, it finally leaves me
Its control over me complete.

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