A collocation of poems; that look at the range of the semantic field of the word 'blaze'

I blaze.

The inner fictions of this craze

Leave me dismayed.


The treacle of my mind

Is being unkind.


I feel the melting of the cells

The smells of one hundred



Smoke thickens

My pulsating quickens.


My eyes feel too large,

And this body is letharg-

ic, My stomache sick-



Quick, my breath is too

Fast, eyes flickering

Past as I peel back the skin

On my very own

Face I pin the veins back

As the light turns to black



On my back.

Can't feel

My unruly mouth drips

Whilst the rest

Seeps away.


Who needs to stay in this shell.




The End

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