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Will of silver steel,
she duels both with words
and fists
a master of all the fighting arts
anger lies dormant
deep under
the surface of her volcanic skin
they find it amusing to
toy with her, laughing
and mocking
pushing her to the edge
of her long road of tether
they think it's a game.
but,
little they know;
she's about to blow
yes, she's about to blow
she duels both with words
and fists
a master of all the fighting arts
anger lies dormant
deep under
the surface of her volcanic skin
they find it amusing to
toy with her, laughing
and mocking
pushing her to the edge
of her long road of tether
they think it's a game.
but,
little they know;
she's about to blow
yes, she's about to blow
Literature
the anticlimax
snapshot of a stained-glass tsunami
changing its mind
hanging over the coastal town
and retreating to its kennel
swimmers see beginnings
of a rainbow
its baby rattle of a roar
swarovski
Literature
.
you’ve got the heart of a lion
in a glass chest
Literature
pollutant.
he is a boy devoid of sharp colours, rises
like a distant sun fragmented through city
smoke plumes, he paints skies grey, he
dilutes turquoise seas, he is always a shade
of nothing. his girl, she dresses him in clown
colours, masks the void with scarlet smiles
and peacock feathers, but the hues all fade
under his watercolour touch. i used to love
him, but he stripped even the lightest shades
of happiness down to something faded,
something missing. dreams in greyscale,
life in sepia, i ate blood oranges and painted
my skin pomegranate and clashed so
beautifully with his frown i think he forgot to
cry when i left, dressed in theatre costumes
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I understand the feeling....