Something Like Hellfire

I can feel it, you touching me the way you: held me kissed me caressed me hugged me tickled me. The way you killed me must make the go away rid myself of this poison you left to course through my veins pulsating with a heartbeat. A heartbeat lost in itself to a broken rhythm as broken records keep repeating things we no longer want to hear because, we hear them again and again. Must make it go away, burn the touch of, burn yes burn go away. Take matches to this skin and burn away the horrid flesh your touch left behind burning away this insanity.