poetry

Molten

Painting molten lava on

My fingernails

To make me strong again-

Hard as nails-

So scratching the walls

Won’t hurt as much.

 

Dipping my heart in

Melted steel.

Hard as stone.

So when it beats

I cannot feel it;

When it sings

I cannot hear it.

 

Coating my soul

In a layer of dirt-

Lay it to rest,

Too far gone and

Long forgotten.

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