“If fate is the reason for my everything, then why am I baring these burdens alone? I never asked this, so why? I just want to know why..” (part 3 of 5)

I want fate to touch

My crowning breath,

To blister in its fever

As it traces crimson

Around naked necks.

It’s a vibrant sensation,

Echoing the shade of dusk

Throughout my bones

Until they are reduced

To Georgia Red Clay.

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