The Blanket

I am alive with fire that burns deliberately into my flesh.             
It's as if nothing can penetrate or distract         
my attention, intentions or motivation to end you.             
You are an oily substance that seems to be stuck on             
everything I own.         
I can not wash it out and the stench is so strong         
I must throw out what has become familiar, comfortable.           
I never liked you and now I like you even less.             
Your presence is like a four alarm fire         
full of destruction and stress.             
I grabbed a blanket         
that now hangs on my wall     
to smother your hate         
and I did,         
you have been put out.             
Funny, I can still smell a faint     
scent of oil left by your disgusting     
attempts to wreak havoc on my life.             
Still, having the solution,         
this trinket of victory hanging on my wall             
is worth more than the *Gasps*             
I heard from the people       
who witnessed murder that day... 
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