too much?

What is this sensation,
Indulgence.
In thought, in volume, in hope.
The indulgence pushes from the inside out
Until I feel the bursting of skin.
A jagged tear along my stomach.
Unrequited dreams spill from me,
a steady flow of denial,
of misused time,
wronged love.
Pouring out of my side.
I sit watching,
Exposed, Deflating, Emptying.
I let go all pardons,
I will not be saved by you.
I have never needed the satin.
Lay me down in thorns,
I will not shed a tear.
Not indulging.
Not possible,
I am a velvet rabbit
I am luxury.
I am the most expensive ring,
You can't even afford me.
Keep walking,
keep hoping,
keep laughing.
We are all bought sometime.