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Scorched and Singed
Yesterday I cried my heart out For I wept tears of glass To lay a path for you to walk on Barefoot on the hot pavement naked as I bleed In the hopes that you won’t taste my fear Teeming with anger and hatred As I stood with a clenched fist. hot coals in my palm Ready to unfurl Shoulders hunched, grasping at embers. My hands exposed me. Today I write with the temperament Of a subdued bull As you taunt and prod Waiting for me to charge my heart aflame like molten lava My eyes burning with fire Shooting darts of laser beams My lips are parted but no words escaped My voice betrayed me. Tomorrow I will walk in splendor Of a thousands suns Simultaneously rising In dazzling radiance I will set the heavens ablaze And you will be drawn Just like a moth to a flame Not looking back, not asking why Your eyes deceived you For my heat no longer warms Instead it burns Not the kind that engulfs and consumes But the one that cauterizes and effaces Like butter on blow torch Your perception beguiled you For I am Venus As you watch me lay motionless you wonder what goes up and down but does not move? My temperature. As I bask in my ring of fire Feel my scorching heat As I exact my revenge and singe your wings of desire It is too late, I show no mercy As my soul deserted me.
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