For OctPoWriMo Day 12 the Prompt is torture. I’m combing with Sonya from Only 100 Words, #3LineTales.

Credit: Ernest Brillo via Unsplash.
I’m not the Candle who’ll,
Burn because you,
You’ve no solace; no heat.
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But I can see your gnarled,
Exit-wounds, scars;
Twisted, wrecked, ashes cindered dust.
*****
I’ll not be abused, fractured —
I’ve exit-wounds;
They were smothered flames too.
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I might be warmth, ice —
Everything misconstrued, blighted;
My prayers gut-wrenching torn.
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Define truth, straightforward, not confused;
Honesty lashed with,
Toxicity, illusion; unhealed wounds seep.
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Heart quickens, pace strong, defiant,
Cornered, smothered, responsibility;
One truth believe, another truth quivers.
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