The dusk fog reminds
Me of walks home after I
Had just been broken.
You caused the water
Drops like condensation, on
My dripping burnt skin.
Just to come back for
Another round into your
Heat-stroke and cold lies.
I had been frozen,
In place whilst burning, welding
Onto the embers.
Left in a heap and
Waiting for the next person,
To mould me again.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
The dusk fog reminds
Me of walks home after I
Had just been broken.
You caused the water
Drops like condensation, on
My dripping burnt skin.
Just to come back for
Another round into your
Heat-stroke and cold lies.
I had been frozen,
In place whilst burning, welding
Onto the embers.
Left in a heap and
Waiting for the next person,
To mould me again.
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