It still... Does

Hollowing out my innards

Open for all to see

People stop and stare

Envelope everything, lock it tight

You seal it with your mouth

Overlap it with your tongue

Underneath it all, concealed forever

Are we satisfied with the contents

Reading them for one last time before
Everything is thrown in the fire

Heavily sedated with thoughts

After the gasoline of epiphany

Pours on the sealed envelope

Purposely setting it alight with

Yesterdays thoughts, moving into tomorrow