Burning Man
Explosive ignition Immolation rolling across my skin Viciously licking anemic air Blood and thunder rise behind my eyes Demons leaping Unbidened From my combusting chest Tounge lashing A whip emprisoned (or liberated?) in flames Even as I become the Burning Man I know I'll regret it later Am I such a child?
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