I know you by the way you breathe. The oxygen ignites your organs, one by one, until finally your skin is ablaze. Every surface of you burns. You cannot be touched. You are consumed. Each flame a tongue that licks your being. Until your shoes are full of grey ashes.
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I know you by the way you breathe. The oxygen ignites your organs, one by one, until finally your skin is ablaze. Every surface of you burns. You cannot be touched. You are consumed. Each flame a tongue that licks your being. Until your shoes are full of grey ashes.