acidic syllables
dripping icily
from a tongue forked
by time’s blade

years of ill-intent
months of malice
days spent reminiscing
a daily discretion that was

internalised hatred
oozing outwardly
through scarred skin
damaged by merciful touch

growing wildfire
engulfing the heart
suffocating flames
a being burnt alive
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