You get hoarse and forget how to speak now
lightning struck your throat and left a cold opal there
all milk white and cornflower blue
riot fire noise trapped in a chunk of ice
the veins of it scraping the throat raw
and reaching down to fossilize the heart
the whole of the innards becoming included in the matrix
until it is all stone
until it is calcified chunks connected like a maze
waiting for some craftsman to pour resin over it
make a conversation piece, a coffee table
But you?
You will never speak again.
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 7:22 PM UTC
You get hoarse and forget how to speak now
lightning struck your throat and left a cold opal there
all milk white and cornflower blue
riot fire noise trapped in a chunk of ice
the veins of it scraping the throat raw
and reaching down to fossilize the heart
the whole of the innards becoming included in the matrix
until it is all stone
until it is calcified chunks connected like a maze
waiting for some craftsman to pour resin over it
make a conversation piece, a coffee table
But you?
You will never speak again.
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