Heat Flash

My head is in flames,
My hair like cinder.
This anger I claim,
In this depressing winter.

Some burning fever,
And pulsing brain,
Causing broken tethers
And rushing pain.

Tearing through ties,
Keeping composure,
My head that cries
The blood on my shoulder.
Avoiding exposure,
Hoping this dies,
And seeking some closure.

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