Immolation
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My voice will sleep under sheets 
as the bruised mattress echoes my body 
where the moon kisses my blood as it 
hugs my dust shot floor tiles 

The room will cradle my smell
as I rot 
dried red fingernails 
trailing wet blushes across yellowed skin

I’ll open my rib cage 
for the maggots to breathe 
my bones will unfold their tissues 
to lock my tears 
and vocalizations behind 
dry wall 

I’ll rinse my wounds with acetone 
and purify my lungs in smoke 
in the shrieks of my blood as it’s vaporized

bone marrow boils between cracks 
and snaps as bones expand through 
charred skin 
strands of hair curl into knots 
in the languid strokes of my arms
their orange tongues drag 
across my convulsing body
in trails of salivary blisters

Grind down my carbon fragments under pestle.  
Combine me with ketones and stir. 
Stock me as an aphrodisiac on your shelves.