Her skin is apprehension coated in ice
Past snowfalls left her stagnate
A frozen statue lit inside like a candle
She melts slower than a clock ticks second to second
Tedium
Touch her and your bones left shivering
Longing for the sweltering flames
Hibernating inside of her
No one can grasp how stunningly electric
Her soul truly is
Yellow louder than the sun
Orange flames dancing
But walk on your tiptoes with fireproof clothing
She’ll melt you; a foreboding puddle
Before you choke on the fire
That lives inside her
Smoke sighing through a cage of ice
Yet she’s still cold
While burning inside
Isn’t that contradicting?
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC