Black fire

I need that black fire.
The ferocious devouring womb,
the scalpel that cuts through
the fear of what I am
and the emptiness of what I will become.

The fire and the flame
The knife and the muscle
The pit and the future
All of this becons me
All of this terrifies me
All of this kills me.

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