Solid Metal

pain is (painting) framed in shame, unaware of her own name- i keep mentioning 'it's burning it's stinging'- this art dripping from my heart [lacerated] [penetrated] eye see your spiritsoul torn, (open box filled with coal) how many pieces make a- whole lot has been happening, in & out of my mind searching thru tangled vines just asking the time [in the last place i look i shall] find you're stooped to my level i'm so dishevelled under everything soft is solid metal- i'd much hate to be the last petal