Abstraction.

We stand at the borders of different zones,
Barely touching.
These zones represent things that limit us;
Our physical beings.
If these zones were to be eradicated,
Nothing would be impossible.
The concrete, visible variations of our exoskeletons can only be called limits.
Once we peel off useless layers,
Excess layers of humanity, inhumanity, facades and farce,
We cease to be mere caricatures of ourselves.
Every one of us in our respective, limiting, volatile-to-touch zones.
Upon crossing a border, I may ignite,
But don't fear, love - It's only my outer shell burning.
After 10 000 days of the torturous fire, I'll scream into the deafening silence,
And be yours for all time.