Self Divulgence

Your smiling face warms me like a dagger to the chest, so familiar, so secure. The sight of you is awe inspiring, stealing my breath like a baseball bat to the gut which I would rather take than having these memories of you. Your scent floats on the breeze to me, wafting about, burning my nostrils and numbing feeling as if I was scorched by flame, skin sloughing off all crispy and blackened. Would it heal me I would drink down every last drop of your blood but I know that would just put the last nail in my coffin.