Spit Fire
You spit fire from fire
as you speak to me.
You pressed your tongue
against your cheek,
and blew white steam.
It filled the room,
it touched my face.
I felt the wound
cauterize and hiss.
It pulled me down
away from air,
and sucked my lungs
flat like plastic.
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