A Scorpion Amidst A Skeleton

burning, writhing
so deep inside
it stings, it bites
the pain I have to hide
thorns that trickle
claws scrape these bones

blood but a melody
plays them as her own
in sweet torment
she twists, she turns
stifles every word
my throat begins to burn

regret is my shame
illusions of pride
buried within
until I die
though she gnaws
the taste to satisfy
silent I remain
for I am paralyzed

further in she tears
intent on this shell
she hollows out
the agony of hell
her touch is death
to those that know

my body withers away
unto a sullen throne
yet the venom
is my own

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