Flamed

Flamed.

I'm candle flamed in passionate darkness framed
I watch the many leaping dying tongues
Silhouettes on the walls of my mind
that stuns
Me  into speaking silence.

I  nurse a hurt like  raging grave
Whose  maw widens
And swallows my soul
In darkness
A bed of pain a nursery
Flowering this poem
Of consumption.

Take me alive the buried dead
Loving is a business  blue unsaid
The sacred words
Hurtling in my head
I can never utter
Or reveal
relieve myself

It's dark in here
It's chilly cold
My mind is a mine
Would you be so bold
An excavation
Or
Annihilation
Of cold dying flames
Of
Green and gold.

I am shedding rubies
Tears and blood
Oh my silent heart
My forked tongue shall
Guard.

Laissez faire
Don't heed me dear
You may be blinded
by these acid tears.
Choked upon this changeling heart
My screams pierces the ears
Of those  who cannot hear
May it stop its birth cry
Right at its start.
I
Cap it
And call it a magic  trick.
Burning burning burning
Inside.
A smoking sanguine
Wick.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014