frigid, is the feeling of skin, desired
with scaling layers of blood smeared
burn, not physical, cover whole soul
and they said its un-burnable
vindictive eyes bare it all
parched, without hope of gaze
cracking spouts, in licked creases
pleading, to drenches in gashing
dried are nostrils, hurts to breath
heart is still.................so still
to hear if she is there...
if she calls his name.... at all.. may be... perhaps...!
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