alleviate the burn in my paper heart
with the various blue scraps of your eyes--
          Cold. Sharp. Taken.
      Hurt me. Fuck me. And now
  the clippings of your child conceived
 will forever litter the halls of my soul
like caked ashes, dying mothers, and bloody sheets

Done for a poetry workshop; had to contain the words paper, burn, cake, conceive, clippings, blue, alleviate, various, scrap, and taken.