Hear no evil

tell me more, tell me more,
all your words do is burn me,
imagine I'm a pyre, and each sacred syllable
that waltzes out of your mouth makes me
purer and purer, holier and holier,
pins and needles to my very soul,
building and building to a crescendo
of burning bodies and light and
ashes.

I am not a phoenix, and I will not be reborn,
but the heat is welcoming, comforting,
a balm to the pain I inflict upon myself.
"tell me more."
brace yourself, embrace myself. The fire is coming again.

-Divya
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two posts?? in one day??? incredible???