encased

she drips the wax onto her wrists
encasing her pulse
she lets it burn into her veins
like passion longing to be released

this torturous notion, a simple reaction
to the handcrafted cage
inclosure of her own heart
as she waits, preserved in secret

shapeless flame cannot be held
chosen or beaten down
heat and passion can not be incased
just like yours inside that shell

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