Drowned In Liquid Fire
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Written: June 16, 2023
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The flames grew dim as the wax poured.
A silent killer, it stealthily soared.
My fire drowned in its accompanying liquid.
As the wax engulfed me, my spirit was rid.
Wobbly thighs are forcing legs to thrive,
Against the tides of doubt, I strive,
Softened walls once held me tight.
But now I break free with all my might.
Hardened, I pressed on through trials and strife.
I was prepared to fight the challenges of life.
But not the same; I emerged anew,
A phoenix rising, with strength imbued.
My stature morphed; I was no longer small.
I stood tall, no longer afraid to fall.
Spreading out with deeper roots,
Nourishing my soul with resilient pursuits
Fabricating a raw wick from crisp-cut hair,
I swallowed wisps, training for another blare.
Filling my insides with my melted torment,
I structured walls with blunt-force blows.
In the depths of darkness, a fiery rage ignited,
A flame untamed, burning bright,
A storm of fury is brewing inside.
Ready to unleash its destructive might.
I crafted a weapon, a wick of hair,
Each strand is a reminder of my despair.
Swallowing wisps of pain, fueling the fire,
Training my soul for vengeance dire.
Every cut, every strand, a sacrifice made,
To forge a weapon, a fury blade,
Igniting the embers of my shattered past,
A tempest unleashed, a fury unsurpassed
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