kerosene
my blood is kerosene with din, my soul screams out for love; the longing twined up my liver, spleen got curled into my ribs; your scent walks thru my veins, maddening my navel, inciting it; my shadow, dehydrated, howls as my eyes and lips feel so, too; even the hope, frank·ly, it hums to me, [your mood is my mood]
