Your lips are still moving,
But I stopped hearing,
The silence is soothing.
You shake me, a picture of panic,
Your once soft touch is burning.
I don't want you to touch me,
Not anymore.
My heart is in my stomach,
Burning in the acid.
It's dissolving.
It hurts, and my battered soul takes it all.
Burning in my eyes until salt tears fall.
I am young, a picture of youth.
I feel old, immobile, fragile.
Get your fucking hands off me.
The blistering heat overwhelms me,
The anger and hurt bubbles,
Concealed in my pulsing chest.
I'm an angry rottweiler on a chain.
The relief in me is amazing,
When I unleash the hounds of Hell.
As you fall I float away.
My smiling retreat,
Your painful descent.
How does it feel?
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