subjugating my perception,
this affliction expurgating my limbs,
I contort in shapes, figurines of torment,
exuding through my sheathed skin,
this dark secretion, noxious
within and out, I melt down,
the flaming wick, discharging
this wax blood, tarnishing
the ashen linen of notions,
dribble… dribbling away,
the last that was left in me
This is tagged as the post for 27 November for NaBloPoMo.
I am linking it up with Friday Flash 55.