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Hot, hot, hot!

Smells anything but fresh.

It hits you in the face,

This stench of melting flesh.

Sweat dripping,

Pouring down my face

Down my arms, knees, legs,

Pores open in every place.

Focused on my breathing,

I inhaled, exhaled,

Forgetting the moment, forgetting you

Forgetting how I have failed.

Pushing my self to reach up and out

In ways I never thought I could

Tremendous stretching feeling here

And if I knew better, I would.

Tendons relax and contract

As I release your venom from my soul

Purifying the holiest of holies,

Discovering the pieces that make me whole.