Walls of iron-y
They corrode by that
Sweet lemony scent,

Pure oxygen atoms
Melt down those FE-
Elings of isolation.

It's ugly but
We're all impure,
The longing eating at the
Hard arduous armor

Revealing what hides
Behind walls.
Things too scared
About uncertainty

About exposure
About sensitivity

But then you're exposed
By your sensitive skin
To the warmth of someone and

It feels good.