wild rosé ~ ii

at times i am flay'd wide
from throat to the seat ov my sin  
as tho you are a haruspex  
fingering the labyrinth ov my entrails  
scrying for sources ov emotion  
in wellsprings that run to close to my pores  
if you wrote questions on my bones, what would the flames tell you  
once you toss'd them to the pyre,  
would the india ink  
spilling into fire-bitten fissures  
spell my secrets to be divin'd_ to be suck'd from my marrow  
in a shriek  
above the blister ov blood {&} breath  
my body a crucible,  
my organs scorch'd  
you hold dying sulphur tendrils  
twixt your fingers

burn me clean
Written by _shadoe_ (.............)
Author's Note
how unnatural that this has become a d'viation... that i am so posess'd, overtaken... lost.. this is no longer my voice.

for S.
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