Burning

My skin burns,
the thick smell of sulfur and burnt meat fills the air,
my nerves are
                           dying,
                                         spiraling.
It is your   f i r e   that coils around me.
It wraps around my body until I am encased by the flames,
burnt by fire.
Dying by your hand,
living by your desire.

 I am e v e r y t h i n g, yet I am nothing.

My limbs go limp,
my gaze locked onto you.
I hold out shaking hands, marred by marks and hot wounds,
giving you my heart.
Blood drips onto the floor,

plink,
            plink,
                         plink,
It still beats,
waiting for you to kill it.
Dying by your hand,
living by your desire.
I see e v e r y t h i n g, , yet I am blind.
I take out my eyes,
crimson sockets hollow on my face,
holding them out.

See yourself the way I see you.

Take it.

Take me for what I am worth.
T a k e me, I am already yours.
Dying by your hand,
living by your desire.

 I give everything, though my hands are empty— you already took them.

 But it was never enough.
No matter what I gave,
what I surrendered, it wasn't enough.
I offered you all I was:
my heart,
my body,
my eyes,
my limbs,
my peace,
pleading for you to take it,
yet scared of the outcome.

Please take it. Please let this be enough. I quite like my hands.

But as I reach for the knife,
nothing is left but deep red stumps.
Dying by your  hand,
living by your  desire.
You are my b u r n, I am your curse.

-August