Nov 15

Burnt

There is a burning echo in my head
Get help
Get help

Searing my flesh horribly
My mind is flailing

Bring water I call
Bring help

No one comes

Move 
Get help
Get help

It suddenly doesn’t hurt anymore

Get help

And then it is cold

Get help
Get help

I scream bloodcurdlingly, a dying, last breath scream

Get help 
Get help

Help doesn’t come

I sigh, relax

And my repetition is broken beautifully