Challenge
If feelings were substances, what would they be?
Regulated
Incomplete products of combustion
Mingle with my atmosphere
Rearranging molecular structures of the most necessary of life's force
Pop
Crackle
Hiss
Onomatopoeic representations concealing gifts of devastation
This invisible desert choked
Into visibility
Essential levels of my essence relieved to less than 21 per cent
Rapid exchanges become difficult while that essence toils
Greedily, I open up to reclaim that which I desire
Swallowing whole this chemical chain reaction that I lent my being to
Uneasily absorbing what was me, my essence foreign to myself, violence becomes my name
Fighting to keep, fighting to expel this noxious me- this wondrous poison
bonded and binding
Undying and killing
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