My chest…
Is on fire
I feel these flames
Gradually make their way
Through my fluctuating state of
Pure joy and **** near dread

I feel these flames
Transform themselves into a
Unstoppable sweltering inferno that
Soldiers through
Burning tunnels and chars’ arteries that
Lead only to
Pure ecstasy and **** near ruin

How my chest, with such a
Enraging inferno that
Threatens to engulf me,
Each intake of breath fanning its heat,
Turning me into my own wicker man
Is able to withstand
Such intensity
Is a mystery that only those
Who have been handed back roses
Will understand.