A triangular emotion
Tetrising with gravity
Hits his inner walls
Tearing first his throat, his stomach, his abdomen
Gut wrenching, invisible
A secret pain he swallows
Forcing down negative vomit
Its repulsive stench lingers in his nostrils
This contaminated concealed fire
Ablaze, shielded by itching skin
Knows not liberation from release
But smolders incessantly, his consuming curse
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